Novel & Cerita Ordinary Monsters

Then it devolved into pure, unadulterated chaos. The interior was a cathedral of decay. Rusted machinery cast long shadows in the light filtering through broken roof panels. The monsters were… wrong. They looked like boars, but their skin was scaled and glistening, their tusks dripping with a saliva that smoked where it hit the concrete. Their eyes were milky white, blind but somehow tracking us. Bryan was in his element, launching fireballs and laughing maniacally as he kited three of them around a giant, dead loom. “C’MON, UGLIES! RIGHT HERE!”

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

“All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.” Rina made a face. “God.” “And their eyes…” I continued, swallowing, “They don’t rot the way human corpses do. But these… it was like dust had settled deep behind the sockets. Like whatever got to them drained something out of them first.” Rina shivered slightly. “Okay, now I’m definitely sleeping with the light on.” I smirked. “You always do.” She shrugged. “Yeah, but now it’s justified.” I hesitated, then added, “Leonidas offered me a seat on his council. Right after the third body turned up.”

Then, with a sigh, I rolled up and walked to the window, peeking out just to see if the world was as weird as I felt. Outside, a bunch of girls were hanging out on the grass. Only… they didn’t look normal. One had shimmering silver scales on her arms that caught the sun like tiny mirrors. Another was floating off the ground, giggling as she tossed sparks from her fingertips. There was even one with sharp little horns poking through her hair, chasing two others who shrieked and laughed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

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.

He set his palms flat on the table, his rings catching the firelight like tiny shards of storm. “These creatures,” he said slowly, voice weighted with age and power, “are not ordinary beasts. They are remnants—shadows born of the first wars between gods. When balance falters, they wake. They have no souls, no true flesh. They feed on chaos, on fear, on the unraveling of what was meant to stay whole.” Serenya shifted uncomfortably. “So, they’re like… nightmare monsters?” “Nightmares given teeth,” Malrik corrected, eyes glinting. “They cannot be slain as one would slay a wolf or a dragon. Steel will slow them. Fire will scorch them. But what truly kills them—what undoes them—is harmony.”

She didn't know why these two idiots had asked her to bring them to see this group of monsters. “I can't trust you after what happened before,” Poppy replied casually, paying little attention to Samantha, who continued to grumble beside her. “Ugh, you’re such a pain.” Samantha turned her face away, refusing to get close to Poppy. Unable to stay still, Poppy decided to check the exit Samantha had mentioned earlier. And sure enough, the path that would lead them back up was filled with a horde of ferocious monsters. Poppy could see a white tiger like the one she had fought before, although it wasn't as big as the one she had fought. Then, there was also a pack of wolves with unicorn-like horns

Her mother’s blood splashed on his face and I saw his eyes open wide without any emotion and I knew that day another cold-blooded monster was born. “It is painful to see your parents die in front of you,” Veronica told Olson and Olson looked at her face to face without any tears or fear. “That is what I felt when I saw my dad kill himself in front of me… because of your parents” She added and she pointed the gun to Olson and she whispered with a smile “Your next” I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see her shoot Olson but the door suddenly opens and it is the police. Veronica still shot Olson but luckily she only shot Olson’s back and the police shot her and her boyfriend and at that mo

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.