Spooky Island Monsters Novels & Stories

George explained that he had asked each of the Islands managers to produce a list of proposals by ten o'clock the next morning for improvements in their respective areas, and he was hopeful that things would be improved both in terms of morale and efficiency, but also in financial terms. After lunch there was a half-hour gap before they were all to head down to the beach for another session of paragliding, snorkelling and for the first time, jetskiing, so Mark suggested that he bring Maddy and Myra down to the bunker. Mister Yousef distracted their friends enough with questions about service on the Island that they were able to slip away into the bunker, and once they were down there, Mark e

His cool voice and reasons made her roll her eyes. “Or you can’t swim?” She questioned a potential fact. She didn't care much about the issue that he said someone had chosen this island as a holiday destination for him. She was more interested in knowing he hadn’t gone for a swim despite being on an island. “Of course, I can swim. I even won some medals in school back then” Yeah, Whatever. “Or are you afraid of sharks?” “The statistics of shark attacks in this area for the past hundred years is zero, I have checked.” The answer made her roll her eyes again.

He laughed a little bit like a hyena, and Beth thought maybe he should ask Mindy out, not that she’d say yes. A sarcastic comment sprung to mind, and just when Beth was about to unleash it, a new voice came from behind her. It cut through her friends whose proclamations and giggles had stopped with Sammy’s explanation, and filled her ears with its melodic sound, almost like it was the voice of solace when one was lost at sea. “You know what your problem is?” Sammy’s eyes left Beth’s face and focused behind her, but Beth didn’t have to turn around to know who she’d see. It was their specter, stepping out of the shadows. Perfect timing….

Yet unlike the usual calming waves of ocean water, this particular ones, bring an ominous sign and creatures, as the sea water recedes, countless of horrible looking creatures with their bright blazing red eyes comes and appeared along the beach, each and every single one of this creatures bring the air of death, maniac and destructions with them. “RRROOOOOOAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!…”. The roar of madness, anger, furry and hunger resounded through out the entire beaches marking the arrival of mindless monsters hordes. This ugly creatures bared their fangs of hunger on every single sane soul on the city of Eloesa, announcing with proud and clear intentions that they were here to feast on thei

Debby asked curiously. “Land of monsters.” Answered Rio who was beside her. “Bigger and crueler mystical beasts live there. Dragons, Krakens, and others inhabit that Realm.” He continued. “Nope. Not on my list of destinations.” Debby said shaking her head. Lilly chuckled. She thought werewolves and Lycans were monsters. But after hearing the creatures from earlier, she withdrew that thought again. “Then this? Debby asked pointing to the last one. The roll of paper was smaller and older. And almost everywhere seems to be covered in black ink. Lilly frowned when she saw it.

Then Lily shouted: "THOMAS!" But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Because his father was falling. The tower was dying. And time had run out. Then another section collapsed. Samuel nearly lost his footing. For one terrible second— he slipped. Everyone screamed. Then he caught himself. Barely. Then the monster laughed. The sound rolled across the entire island. It knew. It knew victory was close. Then far behind it— a faint blue light appeared. The Last King.

’ She mouthed back. Laylin furrowed her brows, ‘About 40 or so. Get ready!’ They were deep into the forest, that even their screams won't be heard. Ferocious demonic monsters, spawned from nightmares, lunged at them with fangs bared but the witches stood their ground, their hands swirling with incandescent power. They were drawing teleportation spells. They had taken the most dangerous path to annihilate as many monsters as possible. ‘FWISSSH…’ ‘FWISH…’

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

Marcus replied, but his tone wasn’t as cocky anymore. Carlo leaned in, his voice sharp like a knife. “I want you to listen carefully. Hide well, Marcus. Every second you breathe now is borrowed time. I’m going to find you. And when I do, I’m not just going to kill you. I’m going to erase you.” Marcus laughed nervously. “You don’t even know where I am.” Carlo smiled. “I will soon. There was silence again. “You feel it, don’t you?” Carlo whispered. “The fear. It’s back.”