Monsters Randall Novels & Stories

"You sounded like you were about to chew someone out." I take a slow sip of my coffee, letting the heat spread through me. It’s a brief moment of peace before the storm. I shrug, playing it down slightly, but knowing there’s no hiding anything from Luca. "Vee just called. Said I shouldn't go to the dinner." “Vikings Vee?” He asks and I nod. Luca raises an eyebrow, a clear invitation for me to elaborate. "Randall," I say, watching his reaction. "He wants to work with us. First time he’s ever dealt with a mafia group. And apparently, all the other bosses are furious he chose the Ash Mafia."

Even Randall felt like the situation was absurd. He did not think that he would be the one to kill that beast in the end! Everyone would look at him differently, and he would be able to use his Life Points to gain valuable treasures! However, even though the python died at his hands, he would not be getting anything! No one would look at him differently, and he would not get any Life Points! However, those thoughts merely surfaced in Randall's mind for a brief moment before they were tossed aside. His survival was the most important at that moment! After killing the three-headed silver python, he did not delay for a single moment as he fled toward the barrier, trying to pull away from Fane.

As they clashed noisily, Keyla cast fire at some of the beasts on the outer edge, and they stumbled aside like lurching, aimless torches. Randey felt particular satisfaction in taking on these foes. He had been too young to fight the first one he had ever encountered, and he felt he owed it to the memory of the valiant Sir Braedon to make a good showing of himself. He took down two with remarkable speed, knowing their points of weakness despite their unnatural quickness. He was knocked off-balance by another’s large axe impacting his blade, but he managed to remain upright and face the hideous thing as his comrades fought around him. It fought remarkably well, and on more than one occasion h

"Rashka... what have you done?" Rashka's head snapped up, his eyes wide with terror. "No! Randall, stop it!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "You made me do it!" But Randall's cries grew louder, echoing through the large chamber. "Help! Someone help!" he bellowed, his voice laced with feigned panic. "Rashka has gone mad! He killed them and tried to kill me, too!" Panic surged through Rashka. He knew what Randall was doing, setting him up as the monster. His gaze darted around the room, searching for an escape, but the heavy oak doors were tightly shut.

"Throughout the years I had spent in Redwood, I have come to learn the ways of your people. Enough to know where to point the sword at and have the pack crumbling down in the blink of an eye. Most especially now that the white wolf is in our captivity. You shall fulfill your destiny and help us bring down the reign of the Alken's." I still have my eyes on Randall as I stare at him unbelievably. This cannot be true. This cannot be the same Randall who had earned my trust even when I was skeptical about him. This cannot be the same Randall whose weaknesses and vulnerability I had seen. The Randall in front of me now is an unrecognizable monster. "Why?" It is the only word I can utter as tears

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

Their eyes met, and Julie could only muster a faint smile, her tears threatening to spill once more. They eventually arrived at the hospital. Elizah regained consciousness but was still crying, grimacing, and refusing to see anyone. She even rejected Julie. If she saw anyone or even the shadow of a passing airplane, she’d scream, “Monsters.” “She doesn’t want to see anyone. She’s still trembling and keeps screaming, ‘Monsters,’” Richard explained. “Monsters? That means there’s more than one perpetrator which ... Oh God … Oh no ..." Julie whispered, sitting down on the bench outside Elizah’s hospital room. When Julie glanced up, she saw the same officer, Mark Robertson, walking toward her wit

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.