Monstrous Novel Novels & Stories

For those, who are not 'enough'... You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. .. .. .. .. .. .. THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

Thalia snapped, sword already gleaming in the lantern light. Nyra nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowed, calculating. “We’ll never hold them all off if they surround us.” Elias’ jaw set. “We don’t. We cut through and get out.” Simple. Brutal. The only chance we had. The first monster lunged, bursting through a bookcase with a screech that rattled the glass in the windows. Its face was a grotesque smear of features—mouth too wide, teeth crooked like shards of glass, eyes empty hollows rimmed with gold.

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

First Reese, who absolutely didn’t want me there, then the unknown Proles with his young animals, but the most important thing was probably the visit to the old warehouse, where I had learned about things that would have been better kept hidden. Monsters didn't just exist in the form of proles. I hated people like Taid. Of course, honest work is usually more difficult these days. There were few people whose laurels of their work simply fell into their laps without much effort, but that was by no means a reason to get involved in illegal and disgusting things like him. How could he still make money from those monsters I hated the most in the whole world, who wreaked havoc on humanity? I sighe

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

If I didn’t kill them, they would infect or kill Alkin. Another monster came for me, so I sliced through its waist, cutting it in two. Then another came, and another. Each one was deformed in a slightly different way, like terrifying snowflakes of flesh. They had fractal mutations, the random experiments of a deranged artist. Many of them had growths with extra arms from their shoulders or necks. Their tear-ridden eyes weren’t always the same size. I kept fighting. The silver-white fire of my sword left a brilliant trail in the air. As it tore through the monsters, their blood sprayed the walls and the floors and my dress. But no blood dripped from my blade. The flickering silver flames sing