Sully Monsters Inc Novels & Stories

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

Hazel replied nonchalantly, drying her hair while chatting with Sully. “But if you have all this time to meddle, why not focus on helping me handle things at the company tomorrow?” Sully shrugged, “Isn’t that obvious? With those old fossils at your company, I’ll just change into some decent clothes and put them in their place. Oh, and I need to take care of some international business remotely. You finish up here, I’m probably going to be pulling an all-nighter.” After returning, Hazel had inquired about the situation with the company abroad. To her surprise, the company they had founded together with Xander and Sully had grown exponentially and was now ranked in the top 100 companies in Cou

Its claws scraped the ground, sparks hissing as it moved. For a second, I just stared at both of them. Crying, snotty and whimpering. These were my teammates? The “chosen ones” Morgana sent with me? Oh, I was going to strangle that woman when I got back. I let out a long, dramatic groan. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “I’m in hell. Babysitting emotionally unstable adults in a monster-infested realm. This must be karma.” Blue hissed from my shoulder, her tiny body glowing, ready to fight. I touched her head softly. “Yeah, I know, Blue. I’m mad too.”

Paisley had told her that for her to level up, she had to take on missions and earn experience points and power. Looking at the high tech bulletin board, Suyi quickly found a suitable mission to take. As a newbie soul, the easiest way to gain experience and power is through battling spirit monsters at the East Forest, the safest forest for inexperienced souls like her. After grabbing a couple of armors and weapons from the shop, she then slowly walked her way to the forest with a strong will to gain enough authority as fast as she could. … Hah! Hyah Boogsh! The sound of battling took over the silent forest, a silhouette of a disheveled woman who looked as if she was about to die was very eye

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

A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld. I also added monsters like the last one I had created just in case the monsters arrived and I needed a chance to escape. This time, I gave them super strength, a little more height, and speed. The black mist appeared just as three scorpion-wolves stepped out of the forest, their eyes on me, and roared. Taking an involuntary step back, I summoned my earth powers. Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long.

“The dead aren’t coming back?” “Marie’s gone,” I said. “The spell snapped with her. Corpses will stay corpses now. You just have to worry about the living monsters.” Jo flinched at that. Shiloh touched her shoulder. “We’re shutting the factory down,” Shiloh said. “Every cage. Every crib. Gone.” Kofi’s posture changed. “You serious?” “I didn’t nearly get eaten and shot for a half-plan,” she said. Harris glanced at me. “And your King? He’s really in on this?”

But then, it vanishes, making me think I'd imagined it. Suddenly, my phone vibrates again. I peer at the new message on the screen. It says, "GET UP AND WALK OUT. NOW." Struck with a sudden urgency, I rise to my feet slowly, careful not to startle Riley. He cocks his head, and suddenly his gaze turns predatory. "Leaving already? You haven't even finished your drink," he tells me. My instincts are screaming at me now. Riley is another brand of monster. I can feel it.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

He’d just been saying what he thought she should hear, as a good friend. “All aboard the Caravan!” Richard Monroe said with a chuckle once the last bag of gear was tossed in the back, and Beth was happy to oblige, climbing into the front and leaving some space between herself and her friends. Her dad began to prattle on about the game, but Beth’s eyes were locked on Sammy, who had one arm around Halley, like they were old friends, and the flames inside began to grow.