The Babysitter's Guide To Monster Hunting Novels & Stories

BEFORE YOU READ! It's a mature themed book so if you feel uncomfortable at any point in the book, please consider leaving peacefully! For character aesthetics and updates about the book, follow me on Ïñstå. My Id is authorsy56. Enjoy Reading! Author|~S.Y VIOLET When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me stories about monsters. She used to say ‘ Sleep or a monster will come to take you. ’ I never slept after hearing that though. The mention of a monster coming to get me and the thought of being asleep when he might come, made me jump out of bed and be on my guard.

" Stay away from me you monster." Hendrick Black:. "This monster is your fate pretty face." Cassie:. "No please. I beg you." Hendrick Black:. "That's right. Beg for my mercy." Cassie:. "No stay away. No......" David Wolf:. Cassie....! Cassie. Hey hey.... Shhhhh...... It's okay baby. I'm here. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Cassie:. Dad. David Wolf:. Yes baby. Cassie:. He hunts me in my dreams too.

“I think they are probably made of the dark. They come in when you don’t pay attention. That’s when they arrive.” “Then what happens?” “And then they take you back to their … not burrow. What’s a word that’s like burrow?” “Den?” “No, it’s not a den.” “Lair?” The boy was silent for a moment. He squeezed Ed’s hand and stopped talking. Then, “Yes, that’s the word, lair.” “Okay, so these monsters take the people who don’t pay attention back to their lair. And then what do your monsters do? Do they suck all the blood out like vampires?”

The urge to hunt, to kill, to rip apart every person who had looked at my child and seen a threat instead of a baby. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. “They want to murder an infant,” I whispered as my voice came out frighteningly calm. Mira’s expression remained grave. “Fear makes monsters of people, Damien.” I let out a bitter laugh. “No,” I said as I looked toward the room where Anya sat with our son. “Monsters choose to become monsters.” The hallway seemed colder suddenly. “They can come for me,” I continued as my jaw tightened. “They can come for Anya. But if they touch my son… I will bury every last one of them.”

“He’s not wrong, though. You’ve already stared down your bio-dad, pissed off gods, and wrangled us through every disaster. If anyone can make sense of this, it’s you.” Cheyenne lifted her head again, caught between exasperation and reluctant amusement. “You two are impossible.” “Good thing you’re the one handling impossible shit,” Ben shot back with a wink. Despite herself, she laughed—short and sharp, but real. The sound eased some of the weight pressing against her ribs, though the truth of their theory still sat heavy in her chest. If they were right, then the monsters weren’t just shadows in the woods. They were hunters. And she, and the other guardians, were the prey.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

“Do you want to protect these beasts? Are you one of those fanatics who give monsters a right to life ?! I should shoot you too! You are …" Shit, that got completely out of hand. "No, I don't belong to those people." "... just as bad as these man-eating beasts who ..." He wasn't even listening to me. "... women and children eat because a mad scientist somewhere ..." I looked around looking for help, but it was just Reese at the neighbor's. Of course he had already noticed us through the screaming, but I didn't expect any help from him. "... has experimented with things that he has no idea about and who is allowed to pay for it now ?! We! Hard working people like me and my family! "

Did he spend the entire night mapping out our territory lines without returning to bed? My heart hammering against my ribs, I threw a heavy wool shawl over my shoulders and raced down the dark corridors. Several lower-ranking house servants had already gathered in the central hall, their ears pinned back in alarm. I hurried toward the main kitchen line when I spotted Lucien’s massive silhouette standing near the hearth, and as I approached, the sound of pathetic weeping hit my ears. Bryce was curled into a tight ball on the flagstones, his entire frame vibrating with terror as he repeated the word “ghost” over and over like a maddened rogue wolf.