Novel & Cerita Monsters Stories

#SADIQ Things were getting a bit tense, First, I find out my brother's aren't exactly my brothers or my father's sons and then Monsters attacking us in the desert.. All this things are just too much to take in all at once but first.... I have to solve the Monsters issue first... The only person who saw them clearly was Jasmine but nobody would believe us even if we told them and what makes me uncomfortable, is that Jasmine said there were hundreds of those creatures out there and its a miracle that we even killed one..

“You’re a monster. Wolves kill humans. I saw my mother die at the hands of a rogue.” His jaw tightened. “And I saw my brother slaughtered by hunters. We are even, then?” The words cut deep. "Wolves are monsters, and I will die protecting humans from your lot." she offered. "You don't seem to be doing a very good job of it little hunter, offering me water."

All he could do was nod to her words. “It’s crazy, right? I mean, sure you’re tough on your subordinates, but you’re not a monster. Those… Those things don’t exist; they’re just works of fantasy or myths,” Rebecca claimed. “Except those all come from somewhere, don’t they?” Christian pointed out, to her confusion. “All those stories about monsters? They had to come from somewhere, don’t they?” Baffled as she was that Christian would say that in that serious tone, Rebecca answered, “From rumors or misconceptions, maybe. But, Christian, this is reality we’re talking about here. In reality, there’s no such thing as-”

But as the wave died down the rumor of the monster hunter faded away to black as If they never existed, to begin with. A story that monsters told their children to keep them in line, but what happens when that monster rears its fangs against humanity and a shadow slips from the darkness and kills them. What happens when the things that go bump in the night are the ones that are hunted down? A vengeance begins to stir a war and begins to bubble just underneath the surface. Monsters and humans alike fell into a soft lull, as if all was truly right in the world but a shock to the system would one day bring a resurgence of monster violence and they are going to need heroes to protect them from t

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.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”