Monsters University Randall Glasses Novels & Stories

Just as I was starting to space out and let my imagination run wild with me, I felt a tap on my arm and out of the corner of my eye I saw Ricky rotate the book toward me. He had written “Wanna study together for the quiz?” along with a sketch of a mad scientist. Clearly I was the only person I knew who sucked at drawing anything other than stick people. I took his pencil and wrote above his drawing “After dinner at my place? Mom will insist.” He winked at me and returned to drawing pictures on the margin of the page. I really did try to pay attention to Mr Porter’s lecture but I failed miserably, my mind going off at a tangent. I remained in my trance-like state of inattention until the fina

The scarfed man met my eyes, and we both turned, watching the sand seethe towards the red-haired man and his son who fled towards the village. “Calthacien!” I yelled, spilling out the entire contents of my spell pouch and slamming my hand into the sand at our feet. Heat surged from my hand and I watched the surge of power through the sand, flowing like water, liquefying the sand into molten glass. The monster surged up through this liquid, shrieking as it burnt its skin. The red-haired man threw his axe, embedding it into the monster’s skull and it fell. “Monsters,” the scarfed man reminded me in the silence that fell afterwards and we both scanned the sand for ripples.

Cadence noted. Aaron finally sat down, which seemed to make everyone a little less nervous, and Cadence would’ve reached for his hand under the table if she wasn’t already trying to control Elliott with her other hand. “Let’s talk about these new monsters. What do we know?” Aaron pulled up the video they’d watched in Hannah’s office on the screens around them. “They’re all black,” Elliott said. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added. “Some of them dress weird,” Aurora said. “They crawl down walls face first, and they bleed some deep reddish black liquid when you cut them,” was Hannah’s contribution.

I could only pause the time for 2 seconds. And it was sufficient. Randolf had walked himself close enough for me to be confident in reaching him while time was stopped. Zing! "!!!???" Randolf shuddered as time began to turn, and he realized he had already lost both of his hands. And there was the student in front of him. "How...?" he inquired. His eyes didn't even have a glimmer of light in them. They have the appearance of undead eyes. But. "You've outwitted me! Haha. While I have artefacts, you have abilities that are unparalleled on this planet! Amazing!"

So I decided to swallow my opinions and try to understand the dread of those people. With a sound very similar to a growl, Alfa Randall made everyone shut up. With one hand, he lifted my chin and kept me still. Somehow, I couldn't remember having legs and arms to get rid of him. The golden eyes turned completely red and I had the slight impression of feeling claws scratching my chin.

Talking made things worse. He looked at the shelf of toys. There were dolls. Cars. Animals. Monsters. He picked up a monster. It was green with big teeth. He put the monster in the hole. Then he covered it with sand. "Hiding the monster," Dr. Yuki said. "Good idea." River looked at her. She understood. You had to hide the monsters. If you didn't, they came out at night. He picked up a small doll. A boy doll. He put the boy doll on top of the sand mound. Right over the monster.

I continued, a little irritated. “Olivia, calm down. We have a very IT savvy boy who loves to invent things useful to us as well. He’s made some glasses that he’s put a camera and microphone in. On one arm is the microphone and on the other the camera. I honestly tell you it amazed me to see that those glasses could do so much. I even had them tested, and no detector found the camera or microphone,” Frank told me. “Wow! How cool is that? Bravo!” I exclaimed in amazement.

Is that why Teddy is doing this? As much as the witch’s words slice through me, I can’t seem to believe them as I’m strapped here to the altar with them all chanting around me. Both the witch and Teddy have evil I their eyes. Are my eyes the same? “I need you to wear these glasses, bud.” Dad smiles at me, handing them back to me after I had thrown them on the floor. I look at the glasses, then at him. Dad has his own glasses on. I can see my reflection in them. My silver eyes swirling like Liquid Metal. Like smoke that can’t be contained.

I push against him and keep control. Kas grabs Randall by the chin so he will look directly into her eyes, “Randall, there is no chance in the Goddess’s name I would ever ask anyone to give you mercy after what you have done. You are a pathetic excuse for a werewolf.” Whoa. What? I don't know what I thought she was going to say, but it definitely wasn't that.

I asked him while raising my left eyebrow. He grinned, seemingly enjoying the attention. "Let them look. I'm not afraid of people knowing that I’m incredibly attractive." I rolled my eyes again, such a display of arrogance. Though I’m annoyed I cannot refute him since he really is attractive. “And let them know who I belong to, so that they will stop staring,” he said, his tone serious as his eyes held mine. I playfully pinched his arm, attempting to hide the fact that his words had sent my heart into a frenzy. Randall continued to clean and dress the wounds on my face, his touch a balm not just for the visible cuts but also for the invisible ones that had accumulated over time.