Nameless Monster Novels & Stories

My lips quivered and I shook in fear. The monster came out of the shadows. The only way to describe the monster was a bipedal complete absence of light. It wasn't just blackness, it was nothing at all. He cast no shadow, made no noise, and gave off no odor. It is the shape of a man but no face just an abysmal like a void. "What do you want?" I asked, whatever was in front of me. If I got off here alive. This forest was a no go area.

His face was strangely handsome in a terrifying way — strong jaw, sharp teeth, and those piercing amber eyes that seemed to see straight through her. Mia’s mouth went dry. “Holy shit… you’re… you’re not human.” “ Observant,” the monster replied dryly. His voice was low, gravelly, and somehow made her stomach flutter. “Most humans run by now. My name is Vorath. You may call me that.”

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

he says but the monster doesn’t let him touch him. “Quite an improvement, what did they do to you, you’re healing right?” He says to it trying to lift the monsters head with his gun. “So terrible your master wont pleased at all” he says to the monster. “I have no master!!” The monster says in a terrifying voice. They all are surprised since they have never heard any of these creatures speak. “That’s quite a huge improvement” Gary says while laughing “The monster can now speak” “I am no monster, you are the monster” it says to him “My name is Sonny, and you will pay for everything”

" Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head." Rosaleen hissed in — exasperation? She didn't know, but she continued to narrow her eyes whenever Ronnie made an emphasis on her name, on Rosa. He was always saying her name even when it wasn't necessary. Rosaleen thought inwardly. Maybe her new name wasn't so bad. At home, she was the only one who didn't have a second name; the only who was called Rosaleen. Megan was Meg at home, but she was Rosaleen.

Candy whispered, then she didn't force me to release her anymore; we just rushed forward without knowing what was waiting for us. I suddenly stopped without warning; to Candy's surprise, she turned her head to ask me why but shortly fell silent. Candy's hand on my shoulder tightened, hoarse voice. "The road is over; maybe we have to end here." I feel the taste of death close to me. I looked helplessly at the dead end before me and heard a growl behind me. When I turned my head, the monster was only half a meter away from us. Candy closed her eyes; she asked softly. "I forgot one important thing. Little girl, what's your name?"

With fear. “Aria” The warning sent ice through my veins. Then I felt it. Something is awakening deep within the graveyard. Something older than the Forgotten Ones. Older than the Nameless King. Older even than the First Wolf. The dead realities began shaking. Entire ruined universes started collapsing. The Nameless King’s face drained of color. For the first time, genuine terror appeared in his eyes. He looked toward the darkness behind him and whispered a name. A name nobody had ever heard before. A name that made the First Wolf herself recoil in fear. “The Hollow Creator.” The darkness split open. And something inside it opened its eyes.