Monstrous Characters Novels & Stories

My voice betraying the urgency that had overwhelmed me, "Let me go you monster!!" I snarled, my teeth clenched in rage, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as he matched on, adamant to his course, dragging me to the middle of his opulent living room, but I was too focused on escaping from his iron grasp to admire the sight that was before me, suddenly, his voice rang out, "Butler Joe!" He bellowed, his voice reverberating in the spacious living room, bearing the weight of the hatred and anger in his heart, as he stopped right at the center of the room,

Worse, I laughed and sank my teeth into her arm, biting until it was torn and bleeding. When she tried to eat, I grabbed her plate and threw up into it. When she did laundry, I threw up into the washing machine. The crowd erupted, cursing me, saying I didn't deserve to live. But I just stood there, lost. I had no memory of any of this. I never did any of it. I couldn't speak. I couldn't write. All I could do was shake my head over and over. Even my mother hesitated. "Ophelia, why don't I remember any of this?"

But contrary to the fact, the monster ignored the signals that were sent on their bodies, continuing to launch attacks at him with increasingly wild and difficult movements to control. Compared to all the monsters in the data created by him and Stephen, this monster could be said to be categorised as a level S monster. The question in his mind was, what did that monster as well as Schneider's subordinates do in Laurent's territory? Was that damn immortal werewolf trying to give the two of them a warning not to mess with that guy? As a threat that they both want to join the group of idealistic dreamers who still did not realise yet that his simple desire has damaged all social structures and

But I could clearly feel that something massive had happened. Because the usually steady and calm Alpha Kael was so panicked that the blade dropped from his hand with a clang. Immediately after, harsh light flooded in from the entrance. It seemed the heavy stone doors had been thrown wide open. Accompanied by chaotic voices. It sounded like many pack warriors had rushed into the sacred altar room. I heard countless messy footsteps, hurried and heavy, rushing toward me. Then came the incredibly noisy shouting. There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

If I thought he was huge earlier, his hideous beast is gigantic. He now has a face and fur like a wolf but he’s not a wolf. He’s just a man with wolf features. An anomaly. A true definition of monstrosity. He throws his head back and growls threateningly while the arrows hit his thick skin but instead of piercing through, they bounce and fall to the ground. I think we’ve just awakened a beast. Screams of terror echo around the hall as everyone scampers off to goddess knows where. The warriors are brave enough to try and fight but he kills them all as he stalks me slowly with a terrifying look in his red eyes.

He stopped, his face going slack, then he tipped back his head and screamed. One of the creature’s tentacles was wrapped around his good leg, and its mouth—with those rows of razor-sharp teeth—latched onto the meaty part of his thigh. He looked down, his expression a hideous combination of pain and surprise. He fell to his knees, and the tentacles gyrated like serpents before taking him in their cold embrace. He went face down in the swirling tide and the creature slithered up his body. He tried to crawl toward me, relentless in his murderous rage, until the creature’s mouth found the back of his throat. His eyes found me. I’d like to think I saw regret, remorse, something in them. But they

The very weakness of people. For a moment, she forgot everything. The world, the village, the Reapers, and her mother. Then it all suddenly came back to her like a ball of fire, hitting her hard in the chest. Her eyes started to blurr again and tears rose up to the surface. Her mother was now gone. The only person left in this world that loved her. She's all alone now in this cruel world, a world that is full of monsters. There's different kind of monsters that stepped in this land; there's the Reapers and there's the people. People are monsters too. People became monsters when they let themselves ruled by their negative emotions and selfish desires.

He had sharp features but something about his smile made him look kind and friendly. At the end of the sofa sat my boss, Mr. Caelum White, I had seen him often in our company's banners and occasionally saw him walking up to his office. I knew he was drop dead handsome but I was still expecting a human to show up, this man was cut out of a different cloth! His face was just perfect, his straight edged nose and perfect pink lips, his eyes were blue, but not like my fathers, but a blue so deep it could have been black. His hair was black contrasting perfectly to his skin color.

Each syllable seemed to vibrate with an energy that sent shivers down my spine. As the intensity of their chants reached a crescendo, a ripple of energy passed through the crowd, and a monstrous figure emerged from the depths of darkness. The creature stood tall and imposing, its silhouette outlined against the dancing flames of the bonfire. Its body was a grotesque fusion of different animals, its skin a mottled patchwork of scales and fur. Its eyes, glowing with unnatural light, scanned the crowd with predatory hunger. The monstrous being possessed a primal aura that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the night, casting a chilling shadow over the gathering.