The Nameless Monster Book Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and gave it one more try. This time around I opened the book, it did open, just a little light shining bright but then nothing happened, the page was blank, just white, nothing was written, no name in it " what do you see?" Travis asked and I looked at him. " Nothing" mumbling I frown "The book is supposed to be filled with names of demons but nothing is written in it, how is it possible " " Is it possible that this is fake, you have the fake one?" Sebastian asks looking confused and concerned" All that I have heard about this book none is happening"

"That's because you stole the radiance and beauty of the six moons, Annabelle." She didn't know what to say as she wasn't expecting him to say such sophisticated things which would make her heart flutter. "Thank you…Umm… but in the book," she pointed at the page, "The people hurled their weapons aimed at the beast with all their might. A serpent which lives beneath the sea known as the BAKUNAWA," she read from the page before turning to him with raised eyebrows before she continued reading, "So they made a harsh discordant mixture, frightening the monster away," she read before placing the book on the bed.

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

Why go back? I couldn’t quite tell what its skin would look like but from the texture, I could guess it was wet, moldy, and perhaps elastic. The monster’s tongue came out of its head and where its dick would have originally been, there were deadly spikes. I only saw the frontal of this thing and couldn’t help but wonder why the Zeta was working in the library day and night anyway. And why he was reading books on demons and whatever this thing is. He said something about runes… a blank page… potions… I had no idea what any of that meant.

As soon as Sam drove out of the mansion, I felt his gaze on me, and then his voice came. "It seems you didn't have a good night's sleep, Boss." He observed calmly, but I couldn't get myself to say a word to him. My mind was clouded with the thought of Elsa and the words she had said to me. After about a minute of remaining silence, I voiced out the thought that had kept me busy. "Am I really a monster?" I asked Sam, my voice laced with sadness as I peered into the rearview mirror, anticipating his response.

I took the paper and opened it. It was a handwritten list, with titles of books I’d never heard of in my life. “Moonlit Surrender.” I read the first one out loud. “The Kraken's Forbidden Desire.” I looked at the next one. “Claimed by the Beast King.” I looked up at Nala. “What the fuck is this?” “Books.” “I can see that.” I looked back at the list. “Ravished by Moonlight. Surrendering to the Fire King.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are these?”

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

Not even of the chains they’re trying to wrap around my neck. I’m afraid of who it might be. Who I want it to be. Because there’s only one man who’s ever made me feel anything. Only one whose name claws at the back of my throat like prophecy. And if it’s him… If they think binding me to a wolf will save our dying kind… They have no idea what they’ve started.

"I...Listen—" I froze when he pushed the fabric aside, and his fingers directly came in touch with my sex. Dominic Romano was touching that no man has ever touched. All these years, I fed on the idea of revenge and blood, so much so, that living in shadowed existence became my identity. I couldn't make friends or meet strangers for a night at risk of getting exposed. His lips pulled into a victorious smile when he realized I was wet. "There's this girl, a little to your right, with her nose in the book," he explained in a husky tone. "You are thoroughly going to ruin her concentration if you are going to moan louder, I am afraid."

I looked at him not understanding, to whom does he belong? Does this legendary monster really belong to anyone? “His name is the wolf of Satan,” he said as he sat leaning on the tree to drag it, making it sit in front of him, leaning on his chest. I was ashamed of this situation, but she murmured, urging him to continue " It's a myth found in a lot of books, and I'm sure you've read about it, haven't you? It's a very, very rare case. "