The Nameless Monster Book Novels & Stories

As the night grew deeper, and as the chaos ended, with silence returning to the world, the dead girl opened her eyes”. I was felt out of ideas about what next to write in the second chapter, but I had already decided on what the name of the book will be - The Pacific Wolf Nun, that was a perfect name for it. I covered the book and joined Hazel in bed, cuddling myself up with him.

I gurgled out “C-C-os-mo.” “No Name?” he breathed. I didn’t try to answer him. The monster clicked as it ran its slimy tongue over the front of my throat as I tried to hold my face away from it. It snarled as it snapped open its mouth, ready to pierce its hundreds of sharp teeth through my airways. “Come to me” Cosmo demanded the monster, rummaging through his hoodie pocket for something. The monster screamed at him but returned obediently, to be rewarded with a severed hand.

Next to everyones name except for mine was the word deceased. As I turned the pages there were drawings of what the author thought was my monster but the more pages I flipped through, the more the images changed and began to resemble me and the way I looked when I shifted. A large black monster neither wolf nor vampire but something in between, it had the extended teeth of a vampire but a snout like a wolf, the ears were small and pinned to the head whilst the body was huge, muscle after muscle bulging everywhere. A thin layer of black fur coated the dark skin whilst razor sharp claws were protruding from the hands and feet, it really was a disgusting sight but that was one hundred percent m

Focusing instead on the other smaller books. Thirty minutes into it, Sam opened the book to the same monster that had almost killed him. He felt a sense of foreboding at that. He had to look around close to three times to be sure that it had not manifested itself in the library. “Ugh! I’m being paranoid,” he mumbled to himself. He squinted his gaze at the tiny words and learned a couple of things about them. No one was controlling the tree monster. It was its person, and almost extinct. He wondered if he had killed the only surviving one that was alive.

It kills and devours every wolf, werewolf, and animal it beholds. He is seen as the demon of hell; he is the mysterious harbinger of death. While I held my baby very tight to my chest, I tugged the curtain a little closer to see if I could see anything. Everyone seemed so terrified, but I wasn't that scared; I was rather curious to at least behold its face. This is the first time in my life that I am seeing the sight of the monster's visit. In the past, my dad would have us all locked up in the inner room while he went out with the rest of the rogue soldiers, the Gammas, in search of this unknown monster. It is said that despite their search, they haven't traced its route or even exactly how

Danika and Beatrice stood still as the monster approached them. "Should we run?" Danika asked. "If what I read in books does not work and I make it out alive, I'll never read books again," she replied. "That doesn't answer the question," Danika said. "We should not." They waited for the sea monster to attack them. They felt helpless - they couldn't stand the size of the monster. A whisk from the monster's jaw is taller than Beatrice. She marvelled at the sight of the monster. The monster sniffed and stared at them. Beatrice held her breath and Danika was about to pass out, but Beatrice held her hand. "Stand strong, Danika." She said,

As the night grew deeper, and as the chaos ended, with silence returning to the world, the dead girl opened her eyes”. I was felt out of ideas about what next to write in the second chapter, but I had already decided on what the name of the book will be - The Pacific Wolf Nun, that was a perfect name for it. I covered the book and joined Hazel in bed, cuddling myself up with him.

Alpha Theron’s POV “Answer me, Alek. Do you believe in this book that Astrid is a monster?!” I demanded him. When I read the book, it kept repeating the words monster, abomination, and danger. In the first part, it seemed like a harmless book just sharing information with the reader. It contains what an Almega is like, an offspring of an Alpha and an Omega, and it shares how an Almega is different from a normal werewolf.

POV: Rory Hale Another appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching. “No, no, no…” I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight through the monster like it was mist. But the mist hissed, pushing tighter, creating claws. “Help!” My voice cracked. “Somebody” And then the growl came. Deep. Savage. Close. A flurry of silver and black tore past the aisle, crashing into the gloom. Snarls filled the air, volumes flying, shelves cracking under the impact.

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.