Monstrous Novel Novels & Stories

Lady Tatya lounged about in her chambers, reading a horror novel. This was one of her favorite genres. She loved the thrills, the twists, the terrifying reality that burst through the pages. But most of all, she loved the creativity. So many ways to die, so many ways to make someone fall on their own sword. Tatya turned the page with such vigor, she almost ripped it. Yes, this was the moment in the story where the characters were cornered and trapped by the monster, the monster that had a million ways to torture them. Skinning, drowning, beheading… all wonderful ways to cause someone’s death.

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?"

Elsa cried, trembling. "I don't know when I'd be completely free from Leonard's monstrous grip," she continued, sobbing and jerking. Every word she spoke was as sharp as a knife, stabbing at my heart. I winced, even as her words settled in my heart. Right there, I began to wonder, if I was truly a monster. I couldn't deny the pain that pierced my heart every time she called me that, and I couldn't stop asking myself if I was too hard on her.

The doorframe shook, nearing the brink of collapse, startling Samantha and Gloria. Gloria placed her finger on her lips, and Samantha covered Nova's mouth. "Nova's crying must have attracted the monsters.” Bam! Bam! Bam! More banging was heard. A menacing-looking monster over three meters tall stood outside the entrance. It had a massive body and wielded a large hammer, which it rammed against the doors. With each hit, Nova became more frightened and her cries grew louder. "Nova, please stop crying! Please, I beg you!" Samantha pleaded in panic.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Nov stared at the weird monster with a mixture of disgust and bafflement, his clear eyes studying every inch of the black creature’s body, and comparing it to the rest of the peasants he was defending. The monster surely reeked of dark energy, which meant he was a demon, even though he didn’t resemble any of the demons in the hall, he was bigger, stronger, and faster, not only was he able to see him, but also match his godly speed and dodge his attacks, also, a woman claimed he was her lord, but Nov doubted that it was the sole reason for his strength, the creature was different, and the thought filled his heart with thrill…

I pulled his hand toward my chest, letting him feel the steady, frantic beat of my heart. "We’re writing a new story now, Julian," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the waves. "In this story, the monster saves the queen, and the queen... she shows the monster that he was always a king in disguise. You're in every chapter from here on out."

The terrifying creature had blood thirst in its eyes as it snarled at them. It was the first time Calleb had encountered such a creature. The Shadows, the monsters he is used to seeing were only made out of bones. But this one… this monster looked like it was still in the process of decaying. Maggots and worms clinged to its putrid, disgusting flesh. He knows nothing about this monster. And it absolutely petrified Calleb. For how could he defeat something he had no knowledge of? It would be like battling against a minefield. He will be all swept and killed if he acts without planning ahead. Especially now that he has no powers, that he only has the strength of a regular man. Nothing special.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Reproduction, nutrition and an extremely strong territorial behavior. With these first descendants, Doctor Christopher Krynick had created the monsters that now flooded the world and that still pose a threat to every single being on this planet today, almost two decades later. Proles had no natural enemies. They were bigger, faster and stronger than me. Their natural relatives and besides, they felt the need to mate with everything, just kept still long enough. Therefore it was hardly possible to master this plague and it was still questionable which of us would survive in the end. They or we?