Monsters Randall Novels & Stories

Lazar hisses menacingly. Randal slides his arm away and takes a few steps back, still grinning like a fool. Maybe he really is a madman. “Let’s get a bonfire going,” Randal suggests. “Don’t go too far now. Just gather up the sticks that are nearby.” Gathering sticks for the bonfire gives us something to do. We walk around, looking for fuel, while Laz and Randal keep an eye on us. Eventually, we have enough, and Randal starts the blaze. I know it’s for our benefit and not theirs. I’ve never heard of a vampire getting cold.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

He retreated momentarily, surprised by the force that emanated from me. "Stella, you are more powerful than you think," Randall said, with a proud smile on his face. "Your affection and determination are challenging even the most powerful villain beyond the border. Keep fighting!" I felt driven by Randall's courage and words. With a cry of determination, I advanced towards the creature, using my energy to create a protective barrier around us. Every blow he threw was blocked by my fierce determination to protect those he loved.

“I have kids. You know Rosa, she’ll be looking for me. Please, Ross. Please.” “I don’t care.” he paused, “How long have you been stealing from the company?” Randall sobbed, collapsing into himself. “It was just business. Just to keep things moving. I swear it’s over. Please don’t do this.” Ross didn’t blink. He raised the gun. Randall’s eyes widened, a strangled cry escaping his lips. “No—” The shot cracked like thunder. Randall’s body jerked back and tipped over the edge. For a heartbeat he clawed at the air, then he was gone, tumbling down, a dark silhouette swallowed by the churning water and jagged stone below.

Priscilla clenched her fist then dashed to her fake, Randall immediately went to her front with a speed that even the Egregious being and Priscilla were surprised but since it only the two of them that noticed how quick he was and with their prideful way of thinking they didn't react to it or say something. “Stop! This is what it want. You don’t charge blindly at your enemies if you don’t really know anything about them.” Randall warned, Priscilla clenched her teeth then looked down at Randall’s one arm this absolutely made her more angrier but Randall calmed her down saying, “think about it. If what it's saying is the truth about this world not the only world we know of.” He turned to Pris

“Maybe I am playing the damsel, but I told you, I will make sure you have nothing. One by one, I will take everything.” “Cute,” I said sweetly. “Keep telling yourself that, Mila. But don’t forget — I always win.” “If you were winning, Arianna, you wouldn’t be wasting your time talking to me,” Mila ssid, tilting her head. “Maybe you should worry about Gabe. Because I’m not the only reason he’s slipping away.” That landed like a slap. Before I could reply, a scream tore through the rooftop. The crowd parted as Randall staggered toward the pool, clutching his stomach, blood and colorful foam spilling from his mouth. His throat bulged like something was tearing him apart from the inside.