Ordinary Monsters Book 3 Novels & Stories

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

I picked at a golden slice of fish, savoring the rich, tangy taste before looking over at the book still sitting beside Kira’s seat. "What are you reading?" "Something on mystical creatures forged with witchcraft," she said between bites. "I’m hoping it might help us identify the giant serpent, but so far, there’s no mention of it." I chewed slowly, my gaze falling to the intricate cover of the book. "Nothing about a snake that kills everything in its path?" "Not yet. Just banshees, shadow beasts, some hybrid ghouls, and this weird chapter about moon-cursed wolves." I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds delightful."

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks. From a third—CARNIVAL THREATS—black water spilled, pooling unnaturally fast, and from its surface rose slick, smiling figures with mouths too wide, humming that awful siren, song in twisted carousel harmonies. It hadn’t just turned the logs loose. It had ripped open every book we’d survived and let the monsters come pouring out. Corvin was already moving, launching himself at the oncoming ghost swarm. His hand closed around the neck of the nearest one, fingers sinking into ectoplasm like it was wet cobweb, and he tore, ripping the shape in half. It dissolved into ink‑mist.

The suspense of not knowing what was happening was wearing on my nerves. “This rots,” I blurted. “If it isn’t bad enough that I had to watch my best friend be carried off by that monster, I have to sit here and hope my werewolf cousin will behave himself like a good host. I think I’m going crazy.” “It’ll be fine,” Magdalena assured me. “All will be fine.” She walked up next to I and spoke in a hushed tone, “I just wish I knew why this place stinks of mutant-vampires.”

“What were they looking for exactly?” “Well,” the boy said, tapping his finger on his chin as his attention lifted to the tree above Gabe’s head, “when I first saw them, they were still on their horses. They rode to me, instead of going to the house first. The one who seemed to be in charge had evil eyes and hair as orange as the sun.” Unease washed over Gabe. Evil eyes… There was one man who fit that description. Lieutenant Mercer—the very man who nearly captured The Avenger several weeks ago. Gabe’s stomach churned with worry. “What age was this man?”

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

Backing up a step, he swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as his eyes widen with terror. CHAPTER 2 The ogrism eyes were yellow and cold. Its entire front was stained with blood, and from its mouth hung a limp human arm. One look into the monster's eyes and Abednego knew this was the thing, it was the exact creature, that had wished to kill his earlier. There was no way Abednego could think of that would hide the fact he saw the ogrism in front of him, his fear was too vivid and much too obvious. Dropping the arm from its mouth, the ogrism's

The force of the roar sent the giant squirrel flying across the forest, and it instantly shrank back into the tiny creature it once was. My breathing was ragged. What… what just happened? My vision blurred. The pain from my head wound overwhelmed me. Before my eyes finally closed, I saw three figures running toward me. Even through the fog in my eyes, I could tell it was Lucian, Thorne, and Raven—my handsome monsters. A small smile crept into my lips... and then everything went black.