Ordinary Monsters Book 3 Novels & Stories

And yet the horrors before them eclipsed the storm’s violence. The frog-monster let out another guttural croak that vibrated in Jonah’s bones, its bulbous eyes rolling grotesquely as ichor spilled from its torn underbelly. Smaller creatures crawled along its flanks—centipede-like abominations with human hands for mandibles, and eyeless wolf carcasses reanimated by dark magic. Silas’s breath hitched. “Gods above…” “Don’t freeze now.” Jonah’s tone was sharp, masking his own fear. “We don’t have time.”

I sat up and scanned the room trying to find him, my eyes tried their best to avoid looking at all of the dead hunters, but it was near on impossible, they were everywhere. I heard the hiss again coming from over in a darkened corner of the room, there were two bodies there, one laid out on the floor and the other on top of it. Wait! I'm sure there was only one body over there earlier, I thought to myself. Suddenly the top body began to move, it moved extremely slowly as it climbed off of the dead body beneath it. It began to crawl on all fours towards me, it had its head down, so that I couldn't see its face. As it got closer and closer I began to back away, all of a sudden it let out a dea

So, monsters would just keep respawning forever. Not wanting to be part of that world of chaos, Hina ran home, leaving the book behind in the rubbish. However, she quickly found out that it was impossible to run from her supposed fate. No matter how much of a crying tantrum she threw, she could not get rid of the book. It did not help that Hina could suddenly see things that she had never seen before, and each one of them gave her the creeps. Hina’s peaceful life had been disrupted.

“Oh God, you're hurt! ” He had a small cut across his arm where blood had stained the sides of his torn shirt. “You have the third eye! ” Julia was still in excitement as one of her fantasies had come true. “But what is that book?” “I don't know,” Jake replied, “whatever it is, it's meant to stop these monsters and that's why they keep coming for it.”

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

- I added hesitantly, looking at her. - What are you making up in that naive head of yours?- my mother immediately raised her voice to me.- Good vampire, what a great joke. These beings are children of darkness, ruled by the blood-hunger. Yes, he probably didn't kill anyone in our neighborhood, but that's what vampires do. They don't kill anyone in the neighborhood where they live, but in nearby, smaller towns, a little bit everywhere so that no one will find out.- she explained to me in a teaching tone.- I have met too many vampires in my life to believe that any of them are good. They are predators, monsters that take the life of living creatures. And as a sorceress, I have a duty to prote

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

Since he carried the virus in him, they were unsure about Jasper, but there was no guessing that Ben was a warlock and an enemy of the zombies. Although Ben was left in the dark, Jasper was able to understand the telepathic grumbling and suspicious complaining amongst them. They were not only unhappy about allowing a warlock to walk amongst them, but a zombie-vampire-werewolf tri-bred such as they’d never encountered before was downright unsettling.

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.