Randall Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

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.

Did Alex Roberts also have suspicions about this person? The more Randall Harrah thought about it, the more excited he seemed to be, he seemed to have found something remarkable. "Duk Duk Duk." The door of the box was knocked on, interrupting Randall Harrah's excitement. Randall Harrah did not answer until the door was knocked on again. The rhythm of the knocking was wrong, not the code set by his minder, so who could it be that came to see him if it was not one of his own? Randall Harrah was full of doubts, but did not move his face, he answered lazily, as usual, "Who is it, come in."

In the next second, the double scythe flew over Rain's head. Rain was sure Randall wasn't carrying weapons when he showed up at the bell tower door. The hood of the mantle still covered his face. From under his coat, Randall took out a hand shrouded in mist. From that fog, with great speed, creating a giant double scythe. The scythe that Randal threw hit the monster. One scythe stabbed into the monster's shoulder, and the other hit the flesh of the other wing. The creature turned to Randall with a growl and swayed Erika's hand carrying the chain shackles forward.

“Maybe I am playing the damsel, but I told you, I will make sure you have nothing. One by one, I will take everything.” “Cute,” I said sweetly. “Keep telling yourself that, Mila. But don’t forget — I always win.” “If you were winning, Arianna, you wouldn’t be wasting your time talking to me,” Mila ssid, tilting her head. “Maybe you should worry about Gabe. Because I’m not the only reason he’s slipping away.” That landed like a slap. Before I could reply, a scream tore through the rooftop. The crowd parted as Randall staggered toward the pool, clutching his stomach, blood and colorful foam spilling from his mouth. His throat bulged like something was tearing him apart from the inside.

“I have kids. You know Rosa, she’ll be looking for me. Please, Ross. Please.” “I don’t care.” he paused, “How long have you been stealing from the company?” Randall sobbed, collapsing into himself. “It was just business. Just to keep things moving. I swear it’s over. Please don’t do this.” Ross didn’t blink. He raised the gun. Randall’s eyes widened, a strangled cry escaping his lips. “No—” The shot cracked like thunder. Randall’s body jerked back and tipped over the edge. For a heartbeat he clawed at the air, then he was gone, tumbling down, a dark silhouette swallowed by the churning water and jagged stone below.

The thought made my chest tighten. Scott asked Ryder to help him fix a slingshot. Ryder obliged, then launched into a long lecture about safety—about controlling strength, about responsibility. Typical werewolf family lessons, disguised as simple advice. Then Randall approached. He handed me a phone, and Sister Claudia’s face appeared on the screen. I was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. Somehow, they had given me this incredibly precious opportunity. “Don’t say anything reckless,” Randall warned. “I’m here to supervise you. If you follow the rules, you’ll get to talk to them often.”

Lydia’s POV Rina stayed for an extra week at the Alpha’s castle, and it had to be one of the best weeks of my life. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, explored the halls and hidden corners I remembered from Kaela’s orientation, and ate like royalty. For someone fully human, this place was a surreal blend of nightmare and fantasy. She called it “Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula’s mansion”, and she wasn’t far off.

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

“If he wants to destroy Damon, we all lose, don’t we?” Randall walked around the suite as if he owned gravity. “No,” he said, slow and certain. “Our goal is to seize Damon’s wealth, to take Archie’s empire. Once we secure full assets and resources, he can do nothing. Then we hit back.” He said hit back like it was a ritual, and I loved him a little for the confidence—loved him in the way you love a plan that matches your hunger. “And Angelica?” I pressed. “That stupid family is useless. I saw her. I told her in person—no calls, no digital trace. Do you think she’ll crack eventually?”

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”