Ordinary Monsters Novels & Stories

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

The white light that had exploded from my body didn’t bring peace. It brought a terrifying clarity. As the glare faded, the courtyard of the Silver-Moon Fortress looked like a vision from a dying god’s nightmare. The snow was no longer white; it was stained with the black, oily bile of the Elders. The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

Although she was flanked by a worried Hayden and a terrified Titan, she felt no fear, only a nagging sense of urgency. Grandmother Alma led them down a wide corridor whose walls were cluttered with countless paintings. There were a few shelves lining the walls and these were clustered with ornaments. Cory suddenly realized that many of the paintings and ornaments were different depictions of owls: brown, black, spotted, grey, snowy and frequently perched in elm trees. Other paintings showed landscapes and creatures Cory hardly recognized. Those were otherworldly things: beings with many eyes and animal ears, little grey-skinned children, wolves walking on their hind legs.

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.

Our hands grazed each other. Volcanoes erupt inside me Weird He withdrew his hand immediately like he had felt them too, the volcanoes I mean. "How do you think I can see without them, ehhh, Oga?" "So I'm guessing that you can?" I slapped his arm and he feigned to be hurt. "Come on, I'll show you everyone". People ran up to me to introduce themselves, it was so nice to see them, I couldn't recognise most of them, they were taller, their features were sharper, highlighted even.

" I am just putting a dead body underground. So that his unsatisfied soul doesn't haunt us. We didn't do anything wrong." He keeps murmuring the words in his head and keeps talking to himself. No one is around and only the song of insects can be heard. But it's like a horror song. If it was a forest with only crickets that would have been something else. But here, you can see only graves. And now there's a dead body beside Omi who has been killed, not a normal death. " Focus Omi, focus!! Ghosts are not real. And you are a vampire. There's nothing to be scared about." Driving his fear away, Omi keeps shovelling.