Stranger Things Monster Novelas e Histórias

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

Justin's movement stopped when someone passed through the hall, he looked at Justin with a strange look, but he didn't seem to see that there was a monster there. Unbelievably, the thousand-eyed monster used its octopus hand to grab the human walking near Justin, with its tentacles, the monster covered the human's face, not allowing its target to breathe. Justin was confused, and before he could save the shoulder-length hair woman, she lost her life first because the monster's octopus arm wrapped around her neck. Now Justin knew why the monster was only after monster-hunting creatures because humans wouldn't be able to increase the power or the number of eyes. It didn't take him long to swal

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

something long and veiny being put that deep into my mouth. He sucks his thumb first before biting it; blood spills out. Then he flicks the thumb in the air, and the blood rolls down. He turns his fingers in a circular motion, and the blood begins to twirl and increase. The blood on the ground is rising until it turns into a giant monster. My heart misses a beat as the monster head turns in my direction. The monster moves sluggishly in the direction of Jaden waves. When Jaden steps back, so does the monster. It's like a puppet he's controlling.

He bowed and bolted out. 'Why is he ordering? Where is he planning to go? Does he want to kidnap Sara?' Panic clawed her. "Do you know? Your brother has kidnapped a group of girls." Monster said but the rage was clear in his voice. "Oh! It's you who is teasing my brother?" She snapped. "I haven't even started yet." Monster snapped back in a low rumble. He was glaring at her continuously. "You know, who are we? " Adam asked in his rude voice.

"I gave you the chance to prove yourself to me, despite what you did to me in the past. But now you've only confirmed you're a monster. It is over between us!" Her words slammed into me, shaking me to my core. My eyes lit up in shock, I couldn't get myself to say another word. The weight of what I heard left me speechless. Then she walked away, and slammed the door behind her, leaving me rooted to my spot in total bewilderment. What do I do? I dropped to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks, all I heard were her last words that kept replaying in my head. 'A Monster' 'It's over! It's OVER!'

My wolf inside me stretches as the pack begins to grow. I look at Caleb with his face paling and his eyes widening. I look over at the black cycles. My gun is still there. Caleb doesn’t have his gun either. Staring at the guns, something inside me clicks, werewolves don’t use bullets. Someone set us up, and that someone is still around watching our every move. "Back off Dana!" A buff, shimmering dark-skinned male appears from a building to the right. I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face.

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

That face, those eyes, that feeling. I didn't dare to watch Kael and the girl kissing intimately under the moonlight any longer. I fled back home almost in a panic. Back home, I sat on the cold floor, unable to calm down for a long time. That girl's face flashed before my eyes repeatedly, like a ghost. It made me realize that this matter was far more terrifying and bizarre than I had imagined. My hands trembling, I took out my phone and sent emergency messages to several people. Half an hour later, my parents, Kael's mother Elara, and Kael's sister Rachel all rushed to my residence.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I