Pitch Black Monsters Novels & Stories

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

' He muttered within him. "Get ready, they're coming." Dalton’s voice echoed and as they watched the monsters thunder towards them, a piercing screech sound echoed loudly in the sky. The monsters all halted and as they looked up, they saw a huge and massive and powerful shocked wave coming down at them. ****

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Hundreds. They slithered and clawed their way out of the crimson sea, their dead, milk-white eyes fixed on the cliffside above. They didn't carry weapons. Their hands ended in jagged, ossified blades of black bone, and the sound of their claws scraping against the wet shale sounded like a thousand knives being sharpened in the dark. "Jesus Christ," one of the mercenaries whimpered, backing up a step, his finger trembling violently against the trigger of his rifle. "Those aren't men. Those are monsters..."

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

The man strained his eyes but failed to see through the darkness. "Kael," he mumured weakly, calling out to his wolf. But no response came. They had done something to their wolves. "Kael can't hear you," a demonic voice cut through the foul air. A dim light flickered on, casting the room into a grim glow and revealing a grotesque monster. Half of its face was charred, its eyes entirely pitch black, even the whites. Its back was hunched, head bald and glistening under the weak light. The sight was so horrifying it could make anyone’s blood run ice.

He looked at me, and for the first time, there was no mockery in his eyes, only a terrifying, possessive darkness that sent shivers down my spine and had my pussy throbbing uncontrollably. "Little flower," Enzo said, his voice like grinding stones. "I think it's about time you left, the both of you.” "But…." I started my heart racing. “I can't. We just …” "Except you like the sight of blood, leave now," Rowan added, his hand dropping to the pocket of his jacket. “Both of you. Now. You wouldn't like it if we repeated ourselves.”

“I can’t do that either, most especially…” She narrowed her eyes on them. “Don’t forget what I said, those things are parasitic which means it can infect other people as well. Before they turn into monsters, the shadow lurker would multiply within the host and release them from the body to infect nearby victims before turning the host into a monster.”

“She had this look in her eyes, something I’ve never seen before, not in a person anyway. Maybe an animal, like one of the bobcats my dad’s shot. I don’t even think they looked so wild, so… evil.” Listening to him brought chills to Beth, and she rubbed her arms. Thinking it was the AC that was making her uncomfortable, Michael reached over and slid the bar on the dash, making it slightly warmer. “What do you think it was?” Beth asked, afraid to hear the answer. “I know exactly what it was.” His words came slow, like saying it out loud would unleash some sort of demonic presence into their town. Beth had a feeling it might be too late to prevent that. “It was a pill bottle.”