Monsters Poem Novels & Stories

Across the valley, the green cracks in the sky started to blink and fade, losing their power as Gina cut off the monster's energy source. *“Foolish mortals,”* the monster’s voice rumbled. Its green eye blinked rapidly as it felt the combined pressure of the sun and moon magic working together perfectly. *“You are just dust. Your ancestors built a cage because they were scared. You cannot stop the end of the world.”*

The previous Ava would've jumped at the chance to prove she wasn't a baby, but I couldn't be bothered at this point. "I'm scared," I confessed. "I know, baby. I do, but I need you to listen. You must run when I tell you to. No looking back. Promise me." Swallowing, I gave her a small nod. Slowly, the shadows around us began to materialise. We were being surrounded. Except for my muffled cries, nothing could be heard and when the smoke finally cleared away, I saw them— Monsters. That was the only word I could describe them as…

Just a little movement and the wrong choice of words can make him fall many feets down resulting a painful death. He was trembling like a leaf and praying all the gods above him to forgive him for the sins he has done in his whole life and save him from the three monsters standing in front of him in disguise of human but deep down he knew today even the gods can't save him from these monsters who don't possess any emotion than anger.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Gargan shot forward, his body became a black streak crossing the battlefield with terrifying speed. At the same time, the Umbreals charged. They rushed forward like starving beasts. Some crawled upon countless claws, some leaped through the air with impossibly long legs and others dragged their massive bodies across the earth, leaving enormous trenches behind them. The ground shook, the mountains trembled, and the sound of hundreds of thousands of monsters moving at once resembled an earthquake. The wolves standing behind Lucien felt despair grip their hearts, their numbers were insignificant compared to the endless sea of darkness charging toward them, it looked as though the night itself h

Chaos reigned in the camp as the monsters closed in, and it became clear that they were not here by coincidence. "Run!" I yelled to my teammates as we made for the hills. As we sprinted through the forest, our hearts pounded with fear, and our breaths came in ragged gasps. The relentless pursuit of the monsters was unyielding, and they closed the distance between us with each passing moment. Despite our best efforts, we couldn't shake them. The creatures' glowing eyes and eerie howls were a constant reminder that we were trapped in a nightmarish hunt. Our options were dwindling, and it became clear that the monsters were gaining ground. Panic set in as we realized that escape might be imposs

I was startled awake by a commotion in the middle of the night. Amid the darkness, I heard frantic cries of monsters attacking the village. A horde of colossal monsters, jaws dripping with blood, stormed the village. The ground trembled beneath their feet, homes were destroyed, and the villagers scattered in terror. “Monsters! Run!” I recalled that the werewolves defeated these monsters years ago and kept them under lock and key. They must have escaped due to some lapse in security.

He was bending down in front of me, his face only inches away from my own. “One tear, one lash” I yelled back, trying my best to keep my voice sounding strong. Even though all I wanted was to cry. “Again!” he roared, his hot breath bashed against my face as he screamed, “One tear, one lash” I screamed back loudly. “What are you?” he demanded, “A monster” “What are you?” “A monster!” “And what do monsters not do?” “Monsters don’t cry” I yelled as loud as I could. “And why don’t monsters cry? Tell me beast, what’s the rule?”

The beasts of the night shall cast off their chains, And the howl of the forgotten shall echo across the land. Man shall fall beneath fang and claw, Kingdoms shattered, cities burned, The age of wolves upon the ashes of humankind. But from the depths of silence and smoke, The one who sleeps in shadow shall rise, With fire in his mouth and storm in his hands. He shall walk among monsters, cloaked in mortal skin, His past lost to flame, his power buried deep. The kingdom of wolves shall kneel,

Most had their hands on their jaws, and all were wearing a surprised look. "Please, now we know we are free to go to that moon-star pack anytime we like. I suggest we select a few people from here who should go immediately. We don't have much time yet. We have to be fast in everything that we do. No one knows when the monster could come again. Lately, it has been very unpredictable. It comes in anytime, any day that pleases it." He sighed and sat down.