Ordinary Monsters Novels & Stories

The monsters. One by one, dripping from the wound in reality like maggots from a carcass, their shapes shifting in the sickly glow. First the beast with the bone claws, its white talons digging deep furrows into the forest floor as its three eyes snapped open, burning like coals. Then came the orcs—hulking, green-skinned abominations wielding rusted axes, tusks dripping with foam. Their guttural howls rattled the trees, echoing in my ribs.

Startled by the sudden attack, Zen summoned his daggers and slashed wildly, but the mysterious monster only laughed and swam behind Zen, hugging him and restraining his limbs from moving. Without underwater breathing, Zen could feel himself slowly drowning. The monster's incredible strength and tough scales prevented Zen from causing enough damage. Lime could not be summoned underwater, and the gamer cussed. Even with Mandy’s Melody, he was helpless against sudden attacks. Beneath the lake, he heard laughter and singing voices. He eventually saw a group of them circling him deep under the lake. These monsters were almost as pretty as the regular Pixie Parasols. The only difference was how th

It was too late for them to realize this when the monsters suddenly appeared one by one, attacking them and picking them up to put them into their stinky mouth. Too late for them to regret to get greedy even just by this ordinary rain-no, this was not an ordinary rain at all- well, it was not a miracle to being with, but a curse so it can also be called as not being ordinary out of the normal rain they have encountered where it hit themselves but would not cause any pain to themselves. It was too late for them to realize, because as they wanted to go back to their own house, the family and relatives inside would not even open the door for them to take a shelter on from this monsters claws.

Looking forward, his whiskers twitched as he smelled awful odors everywhere. BAM, BAM, BAM!!! “OH SHIT!” His eyes were blown out watching massive monsters running toward them with clubs in their hands. Ogres. Massive green monsters that were quite intelligent and savage beyond save. “We– we can do it. Attack!!!” Even Idham wasn’t sure about it. He was hesitant for a couple of seconds before holding onto his firm belief. However, the belief would only come true if they had an experience. For now – as if being predicted by Shadow – they were played out of the book.

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

"Shouldn't something be said about this?" "Seven kinds of supernatural monster blood, as solicitation by Professor Simpkin of White Rose Academy. He said he got an antiquated book that point by point a formula for a mixture that necessary the blood of these supernatural monsters. He needed to check whether he could orchestrate the mixture referenced in the book," made sense of Lorist. Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth.

She was bloodied and badly wounded but Chloe could feel that she was still alive. The shadows didn’t hesitate. They lunged forward, moving like ghosts as they charged at the creature. The creature let out a enraged shriek that was so loud Chloe thought her eardrums might burst. But still, the wolves carried on, unaffected by the inhuman sound. Something about the shadows charging it down clearly unsettled the mysterious monster because it was off of its victim in an instant darting off into the forest without a trace. It’s time for you to go back, your majesty Another voice echoed through Chloe’s mind. You have been here too long.

Kronos asked. “ Of all the predators that roam my homeland, they are the most feared. They have been known to decimate entire villages,” Thora said in a small voice. The Untri screeched and lunged at the small gathering of Abnormals. Before any of them could move, several of Calypso’s soldiers were sliced by the creature’s pincers as if they were paper. Any attempt at a counterattack was laughable at best. The elemental attacks of Thora, Acacius, Arai, and Calypso didn’t even seem to get the beast’s attention. The soldiers had even less luck; their weapons merely bounced against the creature’s skin before they were cut down and devoured.

Norman replied. “Yeah…” “My mother used to scare me with these monsters when I was younger. I really thought she’s just using them to calm me down from throwing tantrums but it turns out that they really do exist.” Norman announced how he just saw the reality of things flash by his eyes and I thought we had the same thought process. These monsters used to only exist in films and books but no one ever suspected that they do exist in this world. And apparently, I’m one of those monsters now.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr