Monsters Stories Novels & Stories

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

Children ran knocking on doors and calling out to those within to come and see. “Are you here to kill the monsters, Lady?” A bright-eyed urchin asked me. “Monsters?” The bearded man perked up. “More than one?” A crowd of villagers formed around us, and the story was spilled out from many voices. Something that dwelt in the sand hills around the villages of the area, that rose unpredictably to eat man or beast. They had become trapped within the small area of their fields and villages, and the monsters grew bolder, coming closer in search of prey. They feared it was just a matter of time until they were attacked within village and home.

Chapter 4 In the past, the army has a classification of monsters. Low-grade for the petty infected, medium for the monsters without intellectual knowledge, medium-high for those infected that can communicate and have a brain to plot things, high for those mutant and legendary monsters that only appear on the myths or legend, and lastly, the demons, they are highly intellectual being with so much greed. If you think that you’re facing some high-graded monster… run! There’s no one that can take that thing down! But the foolish kid that I’m holding keeps on banging my chest, fuck this is a delicate body! He’s saying ‘take that down! Take that down!’ I almost stumble when he grabbed my hair

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Even though they could just find a metal for their defence and stab it firmly at the monsters lower part-their reproduction system, so the monsters will die in the next second as their blood will their body accompanied by the soul of thinking they have lost their treasure. Nobody knows how many times this news for help had been repeated but there are no single S levelled heroes and Sotiras who came to fight the monsters that were constantly engaging killing of humans that get in their way. It was destined to have blood shedding the ground as no one, no one ever have, gone to rescue them. Warning! Gory Scenes can be seen everywhere as the monsters who is chasing the fleeing humans from it, ha

Each of them realized that they needed a little quietness at times like these. In just a day, the kingdom had lost countless soldiers, as well as civilians at the hands of monsters – which weren't even monster grande. According to the info provided by Dylan, there is a term "monster grande" which refers to a monster that is bigger, fiercer, and intelligent and is the biggest threat to mankind. The numbers were still few, but no one ever knew when they would be able to double their numbers and enter the Haddad Kingdom.

What a monster. ************

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

I pulled his hand toward my chest, letting him feel the steady, frantic beat of my heart. "We’re writing a new story now, Julian," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the waves. "In this story, the monster saves the queen, and the queen... she shows the monster that he was always a king in disguise. You're in every chapter from here on out."

I almost pitied him. Almost. People always ask how monsters are made. As if monsters are crafted in caves by thunder and curses. Nonsense. Monsters are made in cities. By hunger. By humiliation. By watching fools inherit what sharper men built. That city above me was once ruled by wolves. They wore strength like birthright. They hunted openly. They healed quickly. They took human admiration as if it were owed. And we humans? We traded. Served. Negotiated carefully. Smiled upward.