Monsters University Randall Glasses Novels & Stories

she says, “but I am not a monster.” He rips off his glasses, revealing the hollowed, sealed socket where one eye used to be. “Well, I am. And if you’re going to leave, then leave right now. Or shut the hell up through the rest of my conversation with Knox.” He turns and limps back toward the camera, glasses still clutched in one hand. His face is fully visible now. Though his eye seems focused, I can tell the rest of him is unsteady. Serena got to him, if only a little.

A man like that had no business in education. Randy stowed his tools carefully before climbing down the ladder. After grabbing his camera from his truck, he entered the school, which seemed unnaturally dark despite the bright sunshine outside. The building felt cold and unwelcoming. The deeper he ventured, the darker and colder it grew until he couldn't take it anymore. Randy pulled out his flashlight. It worked for a few minutes before flickering and dying, plunging the hallways into complete darkness. A sudden screeching noise froze him in his tracks. Randy felt deeply unsettled. Could the rumors about the haunted school be true? People claimed apparitions walked these halls late at night—

All she had to do to keep Rowena in check was to take down her major support—the Glasses. That was it! Randy thought excitedly to himself. That would be the first time in many years that Randy displayed such a level of intelligence.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

"Also, there's no signal in this place. The world is a bitch." "Yeah, it's a weird thing our university has. It's going to be like that sometimes." said Adnan. "Oh thank goodness, you guys are finally down too." Mizu looked at Adnan and Han Ryeon. "Give me your glasses." said the girl. "Why?" asked Han Ryeon. "Those are glasses that have a compass. Am I right?" "Oh Gosh, are you stalking about me?" Han Ryeon was shocked, he couldn't believe it because of this.

“Why can’t we like let the police handle it, or the army, they have missiles and stuff,” Gus approached and sat beside Zeke, “I’ll take this one kid,” winked at Zac, “You see first they won’t believe you or us about those monsters, then if ever they will believe us, it will be too late. Randell is very powerful. Worst comes to worst he could jus turn those missiles back to whomever that fires them.” “And your saying Zac and his family can defeat him?” “That’s about it lad, and I will help them do it. You are welcome to help if this is awesome for you.” Gus grinned at him, “I have trained a lot of young boys and girls like you and your friends here,”

“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.

he says. “Then you must know the reason for my sudden call,” I say politely. The call goes silent for a few seconds. Then his voice comes again. “Yes, I know. It's regarding those glasses. How did you even get them?” he asks, his voice a little tense. My brow furrows. “I got them from the Moonstone Fair. A booth was selling those glasses, and Ezra wanted the star-shaped ones.” I reply. I hear his sigh through the speaker. “It's terrible that he had to end up with that cursed thing,” he says, and my muscles turn tense.

I screamed as soon as his fangs pierced my skin. He had a death grip on my head. I couldn’t move. I heard my cousins shouting out my name, but I couldn’t answer them. My eyes rolled, searching for help, and landed on my sister, who stood by, watching Randall drink, a smile on her face. The look of satisfaction on her face broke my heart. She wouldn’t have to wait long for my death; I could feel my head getting light and my eyes getting heavy. I could feel the pull of death, and I welcomed it. Just as I convinced myself to let go, there was a whoosh of air, and Randall was gone.

In the next second, the double scythe flew over Rain's head. Rain was sure Randall wasn't carrying weapons when he showed up at the bell tower door. The hood of the mantle still covered his face. From under his coat, Randall took out a hand shrouded in mist. From that fog, with great speed, creating a giant double scythe. The scythe that Randal threw hit the monster. One scythe stabbed into the monster's shoulder, and the other hit the flesh of the other wing. The creature turned to Randall with a growl and swayed Erika's hand carrying the chain shackles forward.