Monsters Stories Novels & Stories

I smiled slightly. “Right now, we know that the monsters are highly intelligent. They may not have the capacity to build complex tools or weapons, but they have shown signs of communication. In other words, they communicate through gestures and body language. And based on what we've seen so far, it seems like they use these signals to relay information to each other.” I turned around to the projection screen behind me. I turned around to the projection screen behind me. A number of images appeared. There were pictures of the monster children, the monsters themselves, and various sketches of the terrain where they appeared through different gates.

I then walked up to Krewe and looked up into his eyes. "Look, this is new for me. My body aches, and my head hurts. What might be normal to you is not so normal to me. This is freaking me out. I've only read about beasts like this in stories. The stories make us believe we're monsters. So here I am, trying to accept the fact that I'm a monster, walking with another monster, trying to decifer if this is all real," Tears started to flow down my cheeks. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I couldn't hold them back anymore.

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.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

“The better prepared we are for battle, the greater the odds of our succeeding.” “You refer to the vampires as monsters when, technically, you are one as well,” Hank mused. “I am one of many things,” Jasper thoughtfully admitted. “Having spent time amongst all three of what I am, I believe that the vampire is the worst of them. Therefore, he qualifies as a monster. If I am also a monster, I pray to keep that part of me subdued until I am able to eradicate vampirism from my body.” Hank sounded impressed as he asked, “You can do that?”

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."

It would just be a wasted effort. Every horror story that his brothers told him went into his head but what dominated was the story about monsters with green flaming eyes hiding in the dark as it waited for a prey - a tiny puppy with white fur and brown spots and whose left leg couldn’t be bent - that was how his brothers described the prey. He thought that it was a perfect decription of him but then his mother would say that what the monsters with green flaming eyes didn’t know was that the prey was a hero in disguise. Suddenly the description did not fit him anymore.

she points at Gus, asking him to continue explaining. Gus clears his throat to speak, the thinking was to start, “You see here boys, we -meaning me, your father, together with other people- are responsible for keeping our world secret about monsters, they are history. Humans need to move forward, create advancement and look forward to the future, not be scared of monsters from long ago. Most of these monsters are already destroyed or vanquished by the keepers from long ago, even before my time. Some of them are just entombed, captured, and Sealed on artifacts. We the keepers are responsible for guarding each one. You see, there is a total of nine artifacts out there,” he held his nine finger