Randall Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

"He went to get you food" "Please nothing with carrot milk, the surgery is done. I will throw up if I so much as see carrots". Mom laughed and I felt the space on the bed dip. She held my hand and was pulling on each of my fingers. "You will see again once they take this bandage off and the healing process is over, you'll see your Mom and how high your hair has grown", her voice was shaky now and she was crying, I could tell. Mom struggled with many miscarriages before she had me so when I lost my sight, she lost her mind but she loved me so much and although she annoys me to pieces, I love her too much.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

But I could clearly feel that something massive had happened. Because the usually steady and calm Alpha Kael was so panicked that the blade dropped from his hand with a clang. Immediately after, harsh light flooded in from the entrance. It seemed the heavy stone doors had been thrown wide open. Accompanied by chaotic voices. It sounded like many pack warriors had rushed into the sacred altar room. I heard countless messy footsteps, hurried and heavy, rushing toward me. Then came the incredibly noisy shouting. There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear.

Richie Larson charged into the corridor, his eyes fully gold as his upper lip pulled back to reveal his fangs. “Remove your paws from the Dominion’s mate!” Richie roared, slamming his shoulder into Ronan’s chest to shatter his hold. He shoved me behind his back, his body completely shielding me from the Blackwell enforcers who were already reaching for their holsters. “You’re a walking corpse, Blackwell. I don’t care about your pack rank. You dare to lay hands on a Whitmore heir in a neutral sector? Issue an apology right now, or my media hackers will broadcast your unauthorized border crossing to every syndicate boss on the network.” Ronan slowly wiped a speck of blood from his lip, his gaz

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

Tasha said. "Okay" Jordan agreed with a brief smile. "Guys, meet Jordan Oscar he saved me the night the puppets attacked and he's a witch," Tasha said to about five of her friends. "Jordan meet Randall, Juliette, Louis, Ashley, and Rachel," Tasha said as she pointed at them one after the other. "Nice to meet you all" Jordan said. "So we're going to the woods to hunt some animals, would you like to follow us?" Randall asked in a cheery voice, he reminded him of Damian as they both had the same aura.

When he took in the nature of their foe, a chill passed over him. They were Moran’kaar. Randey struggled to push aside the dread that rose within him. Memories of his first encounter with one such creature still fueled his nightmares. They were as he remembered; a ghoulish, evil mockery of Minotaurs, with malformed features and loose flesh. They had to be sustained with Dark Magic. There was no other explanation, for they had the look of creatures long dead. Yet they moved with surprising speed. That was different, for the one Master Kolton and Sir Braedon had dispatched had not been so quick. Evidently that trait had been addressed by those behind their creation.

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

He wasn't certain if Vincent had written the symbols correctly. "I feel like taking a drive to Winterset," he growled firmly. "Okay boss, dress and change forms and I will get the car ready," Anthony said as he handed Randall a stack of folded clothes. Randall shifted from his demon into his tall silver-haired human form. He was an attractive older man and charming, which made him capable of manipulating others very easily. Randall grinned sardonically and decided he would have to go to his son and force him to complete his pledge if necessary.

He said. "Yes.. So all of you, I called you all here to inform you about the arrival of other Malemyns and Gwandys from the United States of America. Their monsters department called me that they will be needing at least 5 Malemyns to help them eliminate the monsters nest that they discovered. The said monsters nest is full of evolved snakes with two heads and their tails has blades." Alfonso said.