Re Monsters Novels & Stories

“The Elarion are ancient artifacts born of the forest’s will. They move, they resist, and they choose whom they allow near. Your task: bring back a living relic. The rarer, the better. Return empty-handed, or fail to return at all—and you forfeit your rank.” A hush fell. “And should you encounter the Mireling Crown—the forest’s rarest relic, known for its ability to manipulate shadow and time—you will earn not only high merit, but the Headmistress’s personal favor.” He paused. “But beware—it is sentient, elusive, and hostile.” Great. So a homicidal crown. With a wave of his hand, the sigils blazed—and the field rippled. The tall grass gave way to a dirt trail that led into the mouth of the f

It was large and could fit at least 500 people, yet, the people scattered around would not be more than 200, all consisting of various elite families in country M. As though reality had stopped, the air had turned still as all eyes turned to us. Various surprised gazes, some marred with awe, and some with envy. Some directed at me, and some at Rael. Yet, he didn't care. He merely pulled me deeper into the hall, coming face to face with Mathew Beaumont–head of the Beaumont family. “Mr Morgan,” the man nodded, making Rael's gaze move to him. From the corner of my eyes, I had caught someone staring at me, and I turned to see Kylie's gaze on me.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

“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?”

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

“Before more show up.” After what feels like forever, we enter a big chamber beneath the ruins. At its middle is a pedestal. Resting atop it is a sparkling silver stone…the Moon Stone. It hums with energy. As I walk forward, the ground rumbles again. This time, it’s not guardians. It’s something worse. From the shadows, a hideous monster rises. It’s at least ten feet tall, clothed in dark armor with flashing red fractures running through its breast. Horns twist from its skull-like head, and eyes burn like fire.

Another mess in this dump almost makes it feel like home. Eyes darting at me, holding Raven feels more like I'm in my own mausoleum.