Nameless Monster Novels & Stories

The foreign metal riddles his chest, and he is thrown back against the earth he once proudly protected, his blood and flesh to feed the jungle. In his last slivers of life, he hears steps approaching and fights to lift his head, determined to see his opponent. He does not expect to see the face of an outsider, lit gently by a sheaf of shining plants. Indignation surges life back into his body, just long enough to utter, “Thief! Know my name! I am-” The other ensures his kill with a shot to the head. “Monsters do not have names.” Even then, SpearTongue can do nothing but watch, her wide eyes searing the outsider’s face into her mind. She tenses as he takes a step toward her, scrambling for an

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“We can't go that way. That creature that is coming is akin to me. Except it is empty and only wants blood.” She turns to lead us in the opposite direction of the nameless incoming creature. “What creature is that?” I ask her. Before she can answer, another loud howl came from the creature, and Bethany looks at us in panic before she screams, “Run!” It takes a moment for her words to sink in, and that little moment was all needed to get a better look at the unnamed creature as it parts its way out of the surrounding greenery. In all my studies of monsters and world creatures, I've neither heard nor seen anything like it. And from the way the other princes stare, frozen in shock, I'm certain

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

She glared at the ground. <[Hahahahahaha!!!!]> A thunderous and maniacal voice boomed all around us. Finally! It shows its face. He spoke out loud, after haunting me in my thoughts for a long time: "You're mine now." The words were hollow, filled with nothingness. No matter how many times I repeat that name to myself, they still feel cold and empty. Morveth. It's this vile creature's name. Doom! Doom! The monsters all bowed their heads, their bodies trembling.

I gurgled out “C-C-os-mo.” “No Name?” he breathed. I didn’t try to answer him. The monster clicked as it ran its slimy tongue over the front of my throat as I tried to hold my face away from it. It snarled as it snapped open its mouth, ready to pierce its hundreds of sharp teeth through my airways. “Come to me” Cosmo demanded the monster, rummaging through his hoodie pocket for something. The monster screamed at him but returned obediently, to be rewarded with a severed hand.

All I know is something has happened that means I will never be the same person. Outside of the abandoned house, I sit on the wet grass, angry with my performance. The house has all but collapsed at my feet. She’s gone. Standing, I make my way over to my partner. The dry fall leaves crunch under the weight of my boots. The sounds of summer have long passed. Emptiness crowds the horizon. I’m Aiden Samuels, and I work for the Assassination Southern Squadron based out of Georgia. Someone probably had a good laugh when they realized we’d be called the A.S.S. The northern squadron has the better name and the better stats. It’s just a name with the type of money we’re making. Money is, after all,

“He sent a man and he hurt us.” Troy stumbled to his cot and landed ass first on the flimsy bed. The steel frame groaned and buckled under his weight. “What did the man do?” “He hurt us,” Monster said again. “Who is us?” “Me and Vortigen.” “Who is Vortigen?” “My wolf.” “Troy said your wolf doesn’t have a name.” Monster’s eyes twinkled mischievously and he held a finger to his lips. “He doesn’t know. It’s our secret. Troy hates us.”

Nathaniel decided after some thought. Woo— Woo— Just when Nathaniel was about to add something, a shrill alarm sounded, startling him. "Damn it! Something's happening!" he said. Someone then came running over, saying, "Sir, there's trouble in Nameless Valley!" Speak of the devil and they will come. Nathaniel and Adrian were just talking about Nameless Valley, and immediately something was already happening there. "What's going on?" Nathaniel asked. "A horde of monsters has appeared in Nameless Valley. There are over a thousand of them!" the person reported.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.