Monsters Poem Novels & Stories

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

It sounded again, much closer this time, and was followed by a thundering of great feet. Never pass the fences... Never leave the longhouse before Dawn or after Dusk... Never forage or walk alone near the fences or in the far fields... Never go out in the moonlight... Never let the monsters bite you... There at the edge of the meadow, I saw the monster towering in the moonlight shadows of the forest. Hooves for feet, claw-shaped hands, man-like and yet not. Broken horns curled up from either side of the handsomest face I had ever seen. He grinned at me with pointed teeth. I suddenly regretted my decision to wander in the moonlight, to pass the fences, to leave the longhouse after dusk. I nev

His body was a wall of heat and iron. "You're afraid that if you let go, you'll become the monster they all say you are," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But let me tell you a secret, little maid." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "The monsters are the ones who made you feel invisible. The monsters are the ones who bruise your skin." His voice dropped to a husky, dangerous whisper. "You are not the monster, Mira. You are the thing the monsters should be afraid of."

“What act?” “You disappearing,” Dante said. “You wanted this.” “Of course I did.” My stomach dropped. No. No no no— “This wasn’t our trap,” I whispered. Marcus’s eyes flicked to me. “Smart girl.” Everything inside me went cold. “It was mine.” The words hit like a punch. “Spread out!” Dante snapped. Too late. Lights exploded overhead. Blinding. Shouting filled the space. Gunshots cracked through the air. Everything shattered at once.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

My parents went limp on the sofa, their voices trembling. "It's over. It's all over!"

Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal. We closed our eyes while spelling fire out. The fire lightened up and the monsters started burning in the fire. The monster was screaming in pain. Slowly, the monsters are burning, and my army is cheering in victory. Die monsters— Your master, Satan, can't cage us like this here in this jungle. I will beat up all the dangers so that I can destroy him. I look down at the ashes that are slowly starting to vanish in the thin air, as they were made by black magic, which is why they are now free of this world.