Monstrous Book Novels & Stories

Why go back? I couldn’t quite tell what its skin would look like but from the texture, I could guess it was wet, moldy, and perhaps elastic. The monster’s tongue came out of its head and where its dick would have originally been, there were deadly spikes. I only saw the frontal of this thing and couldn’t help but wonder why the Zeta was working in the library day and night anyway. And why he was reading books on demons and whatever this thing is. He said something about runes… a blank page… potions… I had no idea what any of that meant.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

”He spat the word as though it were poison. I blinked when I heard the unfamiliar term he spoke. “An Almega? What… what are you talking about? “A monster,” Andros hissed, his eyes blazing . “Astrid is a monster. She’s a dangerous creature who is destined to kill all of us someday. This book contains all the truth about her, that’s why father risked his life to protect this book.” My gaze shifted to Astrid. Her face had paled, her lips trembling slightly, but she didn’t deny it.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

I want to run over to Sky, to get him away from whatever monster who's trying to harm him, or is it me they are after? But just before I can make it to my now unconscious boyfriend, the monster grabs me. I start to scream but stop when I realize who it is. "Why are you with him?" The monster growls angrily. I don't think I have ever seen James this mad before. He's practically fuming with anger but I don't care, not when Sky could be dying right now. "Let go of me!" I try to get out of his grasp but he's too strong. "No!"

Curious Rose immediately opened what was written inside the book, extremely curious on what her grandmother had write inside that caused everyone to see her as insane. As she opened the book, Rose was startled by the drawing of magic circles that was practiced over the book again and again. She saw many kind of magic spells. Noticing one describing to summon animals, summoning creatures, and finally a demon. “Can’t believe that she wrote everything in such a tiny handbook,” whispered Mona who also eyed the book from over her shoulders. Mona noticed how the spells written in the book was familiar to her, except quite a lot few which was noted in scribbles appearing to be another spell which w

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi