Monsters Novel Novels & Stories

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

They have abilities that normal people don’t and there are such things as monsters. From her understanding, these monsters are creatures that usually resemble bizarre, deformed, otherworldly, or mutated animals and can even be an entirely unique creatures of varying sizes, but may also take a human form as well. She hasn’t seen many yet but Oma said there were books about these things that she could learn about. At first glance, it seemed like these places were underdeveloped as there was no modern technology and they run pretty much like in the past. But what they could do innately by themselves exceeds that of her people.

It would all be answered soon, Nov thought as he pulled himself out of his thoughts, all he had to do was read the monster’s memories through his blood, but as he thought about that, a terrifying realization hit him and his eyes dropped to where the wound was, the monster wasn’t bleeding. Nov tried to retrace the sword out of the monster's back urgently, his entire body feeling alarmed, he barely took a second, a single second to think, and the monster managed to perform some trick, but the blade wasn’t coming out, it remained fixed in the monster’s back no matter how hard Nov tried to pull it out as it was a part of his huge body, but to no use, it felt as if the sword became one with his

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

Rey looked around to see the gleaming Monster Cores scattered around. “… It's a wrap.” * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. I guess Rey really is a monster if he tries. I appreciate the support of all my readers. Thank you so much for your Coins, Gifts, Comments, Power Stones, Golden Tickets, etc. If possible, I’d like you to review this Novel so other readers can see if it’s worth their time or not. You’re all appreciated!

How could they not be shocked? Mom was the first to react. She looked at me sadly and asked, "Have you decided to abandon us, Wendy?" However, Connor was filled with disbelief. He snorted, "Aren't you just trying to grab our attention by doing this, Wendy? You'd better tone it down. Don't end up regretting it when things go too far and start crying to come back." I looked at him without much emotion. "That won't happen. I won't be coming back here anymore."

But I wasn’t about to give up. The ground trembled beneath us. The doorway behind Dominick glowed brighter and brighter until it split the cavern ceiling. A beam of crimson light erupted into the sky, ripping the earth apart. The sound of stone shattering echoed like thunder. Then the creatures came. From the fissures in the ground, from the cracks in the air itself—monsters clawed their way into the world. Hulking beasts with bone armor. Winged abominations dripping black tar. Things that should have never existed outside of nightmares poured into the school grounds.

"It’s in the walls of this house. And I’m the only one who knows the sequence." I looked at Dominic and Killian. "Kill him," I commanded. "Kill him, and maybe I’ll let one of you live long enough to see your child." The shift in the room was instantaneous. The two monsters didn't hesitate. They didn't argue. They turned on Miller with a synchronized brutality that was beautiful and horrifying to behold. As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain.

Natalie clapped her hands. I caught a flash of anger and hatred in her eyes. Immediately, I heard a great deal of commotion outside the house. The front door burst open, and all the victims and their family members charged toward me. Frowning, I checked the time. I was caught off guard to find that everything was happening earlier than it had in my previous lifetime. Back then, Natalie had brought the people to the house the next day. They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table.