Paris Catacombs Monster Novels & Stories

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

It's been wonderful, and I'm not ready for it to end. I only wish we had the chance to see the catacombs, but when I brought it up and we walked by earlier in the day, the lines stretched around the block. The wait would've taken hours. The catacombs of Paris stretch underneath the city in a wide crisscrossing underground pre-subway packed with bones. As the cemeteries filled up with people and the city needed to make space, they moved thousands of bones of long-dead citizens to the new underground burial. It wouldn't make the top ten spots for many tourists but shouldn't be overlooked. The place has fascinated me since we studied world history in high school. They stacked bones on top of on

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Lilith POV Father Marco led us through a hidden door behind the altar that I'd walked past dozens of times without noticing, down stone steps worn smooth by centuries of feet seeking sanctuary or hiding from enemies. The air grew colder with each step, damp and heavy with the smell of earth and age, until we reached a vast space lit only by Marco's flashlight beam cutting through absolute darkness. "The catacombs were built in the fifteenth century," Marco said, his voice echoing off stone walls. "Originally for burials but later expanded by resistance fighters during the war. There are supplies down here, canned food and water, blankets. Enough for several days if you need it."

I feel like I’m descending into the Bottomless Pit. “Where are we going?” I whisper. “The catacombs,” JP whispers back. “The what?!” I exclaim. The only thing I know about the catacombs is what I saw in a horror movie from a couple of years ago, called As Above, So Below. In it, an archeologist leads her group of expendable co-stars into the 200 miles of tunnels below Paris, where they encounter mass graves and the gates of Hell. I’m pretty sure the gates of Hell part isn’t real.

I bite Alex’s shoulder, my body seizing in the rain, my orgasm syncing with the destruction of Evelyn’s power. Alex groans, emptying himself inside me as the drone buzzes overhead, blind and useless in the dark. Paris. The smell is the first thing. Dust. Old stone. And bone. We are deep in the Catacombs. The air is stale, thick with the weight of six million skeletons stacked neatly in the dark. "It's sacrilegious," I whisper, shining my flashlight on a wall of femurs. "It's secure," Alex counters. "The limestone blocks all signals. Perfect place for a backup drive."

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.

"Move!" A voice rang out, jolting Julien from his reverie. With a final push, he found himself propelled into action, his feet carrying him swiftly towards the noble district. As he fled, he couldn't resist the urge to glance back, and what he saw chilled him to the bone. The monsters had already begun their descent from the city walls, their long, human-like limbs carrying them with unnatural speed. It was then that Julien truly saw the horror of their appearance. Their elongated necks, smooth hairless skin, and claws that stretched nearly a foot in length were the stuff of nightmares. These creatures were the embodiment of pure terror, a manifestation of the darkest corners of the human ps

“You hear that?” Mama’s eyes went to the door. “Mm.” “What is it?” I asked. She grinned, all mischief again. “Da dead. Dey like company. I tole you, da dead do walk tonight. Dey answerin’ Marie call.” A shape bumped the stilts under us. The shack shuddered. A hand, grey, bloated, ringed, floated up against the step and then slipped away, dragged by something we couldn’t see. I looked to the door. The gator watched me with old eyes. Past it, something enormous moved under the surface, then sank. The swamp swallowed its secret.