Mythology Monsters Novels & Stories

"FUCKING RIGHT WE DON'T! The bastards down here are no better than the nobles we've known on the surface, did we fear them!?" "NO!" "We're facing people who've thought themselves the top of the food chain for centuries! The Apex predators! What do you say to that!? Are they the apex beings!?" "NO!" "Well who is!?" "We are!" "You're damn right! Vampires!?" "NO!" "Werewolves!?" "NO!" "Elves!?" "NO!" "That's right! Not the vampires, the werewolves, the elves, not even the spirits, are the monsters down here! We are! Tell me again what are we!?"

GIANTS Beings of human appearance, but are at times prodigious in size and strength or bear and otherwise notable appearance to the point of being monstrous evoking terror. I flipped through some more pages and landed on ogres OGRE/ OGRESS are legendary monsters, depicted as large, hideous man-like creatures that eats ordinary human beings,especially infants and children. "That is down right disgusting" I grimaced quickly turning the page, well a few pages and landed on trolls. TROLL In old norse mythology, beings described as trolls dwell in isolated rocks, mountains, or caves, living together in a small family units, and are rarely helpful to human kind.

During the dark ages, there was talk of supernatural creatures that went bump in the night and no one would ever believe the rumors. They would say that it was religious fanatics spitting out dogma forcing men and women to convert to their religion by scaring them with tales of monsters. Others claimed that it was impossible that none of this was real, that their simply no way that monster could be real.

she seemed unsure of saying what she wanted to. “Of being capable of speech?" I offered. “Well… um yes." she nodded. “What are the stories then? I mean beyond that, I’m a monster that loves to eat the flesh of humans?" I asked. Her eyes dart to the pile of bones and the dried blood on the table I’m leaning against. “They say Poseidon cursed the Queen to take the form of a cow by the light of the moon and that she bred with King Minos’ prized white bull. And the product was a hideous monster that was half human and half bull. They hid the minotaur away, and after it ate a servant King Minos had the labyrinth designed to contain it and started to send criminals to their deaths inside to feed t

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

“En, what is that thing?” My voice was shaking as I asked En the origin of the monstrosity. “The cause of the maelstrom. The source of miasma. What remains of the fallen outer god. The prisoner of the abyss of dreams.”

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

“You’re a monster. Wolves kill humans. I saw my mother die at the hands of a rogue.” His jaw tightened. “And I saw my brother slaughtered by hunters. We are even, then?” The words cut deep. "Wolves are monsters, and I will die protecting humans from your lot." she offered. "You don't seem to be doing a very good job of it little hunter, offering me water."

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.

“Every man down there tonight at dinner is a killer. It’s what they do.” “Not the same,” she said. “The famiglia has honor.” My head tilted. “I’ve never heard you say anything bad against anyone before.” “Jasmine, you’ve been sheltered. There’s a side of life you don’t know about. Horrible things can happen to a young woman like yourself. Monsters lurk behind handsome faces.” But were all monsters bad?