Sleepy Monsters Novels & Stories

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

"Is there anyone in the hallway? We're keeping our relationship a secret, so I don't want the monsters knowing I spent the night here." The monsters here were always good at talking about me, so I needed to be careful since I was dating all three of them now. Thorne closed his eyes, listening intently. After a long silence, he opened them again. "They’re at breakfast. No one will see you." "You’re sure?" I pressed, needing to hear it twice. "I don’t say what I don’t know, Bunny. And would it kill you to stop calling us monsters?" A small laugh escaped me. "You’re my hot monster," I murmured, kissing his cheek before slipping away.

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

“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?”

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]

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.

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

WINTER POV Sleep didn’t come easy. Even when my body was exhausted… my mind wouldn’t shut off. Marcus’s message. My reply. Dante’s voice. We dismantle him. The words replayed over and over until sometime before dawn, I must’ve drifted off—because when I opened my eyes again, sunlight was already creeping through the curtains. And voices… Low. Focused. Dangerous. I sat up slowly. My body ached from yesterday’s training, from the fight, from everything. But underneath that ache… there was something else.

said the soldier in the left. The soldier in the right nodded. “Yes. It’s the rule. Night time is dangerous for traveling, due to the different monsters roaming at the time. So we must insist you stay the night until tomorrow.” Jai tilted his head. “Huh. So there are nocturnal monsters here too, huh?” Darrion turned to him. “Nocturnal?” “Night time creatures. They’re active at night and sleep at day,” Jai explained. “Huh, a simple and cool word. Can I use that to coin them?” Darrion asked.