My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Novels & Stories

They shared the same traits. “What is your favorite food?” I asked. “Spaghetti, hands down, with all the meats and extra cheese. Yours?” “Stroganoff, it’s a specialty of my mothers and I could eat it every single day of my life and never get tired of it.” I answered. “What is your favorite element to control?” he continued on our game which was feeling more like 20 questions the longer we went. “The Earth. It’s just… a part of me. When I connect to it, call on it, grow things or restore nature I feel the most at peace.”

I closed my eyes when a sudden quake happened and a loud unexplainable slit appeared in front of the room nearest to us. Of course that ruined the moment, but what I'm most afraid of is that monsters suddenly went out of the slit when the quake stopped. Ellie came eye to eye with the humanoid pig-like monster, well there is actually a proper name for it, an Orc. Suddenly my glasses vibrated, and a notification appeared on my inbox. [A new quest had arrived: Defeat the Upcoming Monster Mob]

WHY? People say monsters aren’t real, but I dare to disagree. Monsters exist, but they do not have scary horns and hideous bodies as they are described in children’s books. Instead, they have eight pack abs and sport seductive smiles so you’d never suspect what’s hidden behind their alluring appearance. “Allaya!” A voice in low key stops me on my tracks. It’s Eduard, Elijah’s best friend. I burst into a nervous laughter, trying to push back the tears that are threatening to fall.

He stopped looking at me and looked up. “They are beautiful. People fear the dark for the wrong reasons.” I looked at him. “What do you mean?” He smiled while looking at the stars and for the first time, I saw his fangs. “See, I’m only scared of the night on a full moon. Other than that, the night is the best part of the day. The stars give me a sense of belonging and acceptance. After all, I’m not an average person. I’m a monster when people realize what I am. So, the stars and darkness are like an escape to me. A calming sensation.” He looked at me still smiling.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

I told him that they predicted that happening years before the Great War, and here we are with robots still piles of metal. Caleb's office is a unique mixture of bright colored art in jagged picture frames and odd green plants that almost looked blue in the light. He loved to talk about plants. His weird fascination with plants probably led to him being single. Not only was he single, but he didn't even seem like he had a warm bed.

"He can wait. He's good at waiting. And while he waits, I'm living. Creating. Building something he can never touch." "And when he finally does contact you?" I asked. "Then I'll handle it. Document it. Expose him if necessary. But Mom?" She smiled. "I'm not afraid anymore. Not of him. Not of what he represents. Because he taught me something important—monsters are most dangerous when you're afraid to look at them directly." "And when you look directly?" "You see they're just broken people pretending to be powerful. And broken people can't break you unless you let them."

I asked. "Wow. My darling wife wants to know my favorites. Alright then, make sure to get dressed in a long black gown."he said with a smile. "Disgusting! He thinks that I've fallen for his trick."I breathed. "A black gown?"I repeated. "Yes, colour-black is my favorite. And am certain you will look so stunning in it."he praised it. "Am sorry but I can't wear black. It's not my cup of tea you see. Moreso my powers can't summon black colour."I pointed.

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.

A hand shot out, grabbed me, and yanked me inside. I gasped in shock, ready to scream, but her palm clamped over my mouth. "Shh. Don't make a sound," she hissed. Her next words made my blood run cold. "Dad and Mom have both been replaced by monsters." "What?" I stared at her, wide-eyed. "I know it's hard to believe," she said. "But I figured it out after going through the loop over and over. There's more than one monster." Her face was pale, lips quivering.