Monstrous Novel Novels & Stories

It can be judged from this fact alone on how unimaginably vast the Void was. "And then comes those monsters bred by Chaos itself." Tristan scoured the old man's memory and acknowledged the only special body that the void has birthed other than the Primal Author. The Chaos Monsters were maleficent creatures that wished only for mayhem and destruction. Alas, The Primal Author also used these hapless distorted invaders to serve a cause into his cycle of life. "You really were a wise old fool." Tristan could not help but shake his head at this point. Perhaps he was the only one who knew the ugly truth of the Primal Author's creative manipulations.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

"That's because you stole the radiance and beauty of the six moons, Annabelle." She didn't know what to say as she wasn't expecting him to say such sophisticated things which would make her heart flutter. "Thank you…Umm… but in the book," she pointed at the page, "The people hurled their weapons aimed at the beast with all their might. A serpent which lives beneath the sea known as the BAKUNAWA," she read from the page before turning to him with raised eyebrows before she continued reading, "So they made a harsh discordant mixture, frightening the monster away," she read before placing the book on the bed.

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

I sat up, my brows curving in surprise at the serious look on her face. “It’s the season when a lot of killings happen. During the full moon, a monstrous beast goes about killing people and shedding blood. It’s an ugly sight to behold,” “What?” My mouth flew wide open. “Who is this monstrous beast and why is it killing people?” “Nobody knows who or where it comes from. It only appears every full moon and sucks the blood of innocent people,” “That’s crazy,” “Yeah. And that’s why people close their stores early around this period and stay indoors. It gets really bloody so make sure you don’t leave this mansion late at night,”

She shoved the heavy iron door open, stepping out into a room that looked less like a palace and more like a slaughterhouse. The chamber was vast, spanning the size of three cathedral halls. The walls were lined with thousands of massive, transparent cylinders filled with bubbling, bioluminescent orange fluid. Inside every single cylinder hung an obsidian monstrosity—identical to the one that had attacked them in the cathedral, but these were larger, their scythe-claws fully formed, their crystalline teeth glistening behind the glass. "Saints preserve us," Marcus breathed as he hauled Kael up through the hatch, his eyes widening as he looked at the endless rows of monsters. "There are thousa

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********