Novel & Cerita Monstrous Nightmare

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

The only light now came from the thin gap under the door—faint hallway glow that slowly dimmed as Lily turned off the lights upstairs. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Time dissolved in the black. I sat on the cold floor, back against the unyielding door, whispering her name like a prayer. My mind raced through every horror movie I’d ever seen, but none prepared me for this: the monster didn’t look like a beast. It looked like me. It sounded like me. And my daughter had believed it. I thought about the “C9” boxes—Christmas decorations, year 2009 or something trivial. Now the label felt like a mocking code. C9. The Monster In The Basement.

This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch. But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee being spilled on her bare feet. He looked her dead in the eyes, pure hatred and disgust shone on his face. Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

I rush to the man's side, my heart pounding in my chest as I see the life drain from his eyes. A gut-wrenching scream tears from my throat as I realize he is lifeless, his head battered beyond recognition. It is a horrifying sight. "Do I expect anything less?" I seethe, my voice raw with emotion. "He's a monster, ruthless and fearless. He killed my father in cold blood, and now this." My screams and shouts echo through the empty club. Gasping for air, I feel the bile rise in my throat, and the alcohol I have consumed earlier boils violently. I double over and gag as I vomit onto the floor.

the Healer asked, the hand that held his weapon moving nervously. “That must be the signal,” Jo said, turning around to look behind her. “What signal?” Scott’s question hung in the air as an onslaught of motion and fury began all around them. The creatures. They sprang out of the walls, the ceilings, and the floors, taking form as they began to move toward the doorway that they’d just come through, which really wasn’t a doorway now as much as it was just a dark opening. The monsters seemed not to pay any attention whatsoever to the three humans standing in the middle of the passageway as they darted around them, heading into the tunnels. In this light, it was easier to see their features. Mo

It kills and devours every wolf, werewolf, and animal it beholds. He is seen as the demon of hell; he is the mysterious harbinger of death. While I held my baby very tight to my chest, I tugged the curtain a little closer to see if I could see anything. Everyone seemed so terrified, but I wasn't that scared; I was rather curious to at least behold its face. This is the first time in my life that I am seeing the sight of the monster's visit. In the past, my dad would have us all locked up in the inner room while he went out with the rest of the rogue soldiers, the Gammas, in search of this unknown monster. It is said that despite their search, they haven't traced its route or even exactly how

“Holy shit.” Nick stared through the windshield. What they saw was something out of a nightmare. The gym was completely encased in a towering, demonic sea monster made entirely of water. Tentacles, lined with jagged, reverse-facing plates, whipped and lashed across the air. The creature’s head looked like a mutated wolf, but instead of a snout, it bore a beaked maw shaped like a triffid flower—its gaping mouth filled with millions of chainsaw-like teeth, grinding and twisting in constant motion. Nick didn’t care about the monster. Not even for a second.

called Yue Hongbo suddenly, "Look at this." Chu Xun took over the thickset tome and saw the opened page depicting a hideous monster resembling a horned-unicorn with sharp fangs and a coat full of fur as hard as needles. Its hind limbs were thick but strong while its forelimbs were short, but clawed. "Horned Nightmarish Beast," Chu Xun read the name of the monster out loud. This race of powerful monsters was known to be bloodthirsty predators with an unquenchable yearning for carnage. But as far as he knew, Horned Nightmarish Beasts had been extinct for millennia.