HALLOWEEN MONSTER MASH STORIES: A Brawl of Behemoths & A Fiery Desert Clash

Monster Story #1:

The sounds of rain patter on the leaves of the rainforest. The moon high in the sky, soaring through a sea of stars providing light to balance the pitch black of the night. The animals of the jungle sleep soundly in their cosy nests, undisturbed in a blissful abyss of dreams. The monkeys high in their trees, the birds in solitary nests to even the lowly insects in their quiet yet rumbling colonies. However, in this silence of the wild, a slight quake tickles the valleys of this serene forest. A couple of individual different species groggily stir from their slumber, they twitch their ears or antennas, move their eyes slowly and finally use any other external senses to examine their surroundings. It was quiet, nothing has happened, yet these select animals just couldn’t fall back to sleep. Something was off; the tremor seemed like an ignorable shake, but it wasn’t natural. Then came a second tremor, it was the same as last time and then came another only a few seconds faster. By this third tremor, it wasn’t of any natural origin that the Earth can do, but of something else.

Then came another and it was large enough to wake a few of the many animals that were asleep. The awoken leaders of their packs, families, flocks and colonies to take charge in this unforeseen circumstance. The jungle was finally awake, as the animals called and screamed in frenzy, their leaders roared for order among their tribes. The jungle got quieter but it rippled with the sounds of panicked beasts. The chiefs listened with utmost concentration as they heard…nothing. They called for more silence and tried again, but by the second time nothing has been reported, the jungle kingdom sighs in relief. Only a few unpredicted tremors, it happened again. The same tremor, bigger and closer, then another as it got louder and larger, then came another and another as if they were footsteps coming from the far end of the valley. The rainforest was frantic, afraid and panicking, fearing the approaching unknown. The various packs and flocks all rush to escape in a panic in feverous terror. Then the largest quake came in that it shook the strongest and oldest trees off its place. What followed was something that none of these native creatures expected…

A deep roar boomed in the humid air of the jungle echoing through the valley as the wind carried it like a giant wave to a sandy bank. The rainforest was silent with only the slight flutter of wings, wet earth mushed, leaves rustled and branches snapped as the scared voice of the rainforest. Then came the largest quake and what came to be witnessed was unbelievable. A creature of a grand height was hunched in the valley of the jungle with the highest hills reaching up to its chest in this shrunken position. The tiny animals could only see the great creature’s limbs that it walked on. It stood there for the time being, patiently in its position as another set of tremors came from the opposite side of the rainforest valley. They became heavier, louder as this next creature approached. It entered, it stared at their giant equal and returned its call, the roar was equally deafening for the animals as the first. The tiny insignificant creatures lay helpless and very afraid.

These towering behemoths then straightened themselves but remained hunched not fully exposing each other. These monsters were very different in appearance. The first that entered had long pointed horns on its head with a rough leather skin; it had a slim humanoid shape of a body yet with claws and sharp protruding bone for knuckles, with taloned gorilla-like feet. Its humanoid face had stretched-out skin to emphasise the bright olive-green eyes that glowed in the night and a mouth with vicious sharp teeth bared. The other creature was larger, broader and wider with scaly rock-like skin, the head of a grotesque beetle, mandibles for the mouth, antler-like horns on its forehead and a short thick horn in the middle where the nose would be, with round blue eyes staring deeply at its opponent. The two glared with only their giant breaths filling the void of the jungle.

Then both charged, as their horns clashed, brawling with tooth and fist with shockwaves resounding through throughout the valley of the rainforest. The first beast held strong and launched its fist towards the round belly of its opponent, bruising the second beast. The second bellowed in pain, but with the use of their horns, lift their enemy and threw them across the valley. The beast charged towards its downed enemy on all fours, with its sharp antlers ready to pierce through flesh. The first behemoth unsteadily stood up but the antlers had stroked true, as it entered smoothly into its target. The stabbed beast roared in agony but grinds its teeth to focus and ignore the horrific pain. It laid its feet deep in the ground holding on firmly. It grabbed hold of the antlers before it could sink deeper, it held on for dear life. The two brawling brutes were at a standstill.

However, this humanoid monstrosity grabbed at the roots of the antlers and with a sickening crunch and snap broke them off their enemy’s forehead. This broken behemoth screamed in pain from its broken antlers and in revengeful agony charged towards its opponent with every killing intent. The two wounded beasts battled ferociously, as the first pounced with claws and the second with a stony fist. They fought as they destroyed their arena, the jungle in ruins and the animals as the innocent bystanders either injured or dead. Bruised and torn apart, their strange coloured blood rained down causing the gentle green forest to dye into a horrendous colour made worse by the pale moonlight and shine of the stars. The giants were getting tired but they did not falter.

The humanoid devil picked up the two antlers, wielding it like an extension of itself as it went head-on towards its kill. The muscular fiend did not move back as it stood ready to take the hit. Stabbed in the stomach by its antler with the first hit, but the second hit was blocked by the hornless behemoth and head-butted its enemy. Their dazed enemy laid on the ground until this towering monster grabbed its neck, pinned them on the ground and strangled their enemy. It struggled, clawed, kicked and punched but the beast on top would not budge. Then an epiphany of intelligence, it knew what to do to deal with their rival.

The brute was focused and pulling all of its strength into squeezing the life out of the creature, tightening harder and harder. When in the last flash of strength and speed, it grabbed the horn in the middle of its face and snapped it off. The downed friend took this horn, and as their enemy screamed in absolute agony it plunged it down into the eye of its strangler. A large squish ricocheted through the hills. The brute wailed and howled, as it rolled over on the valleys in insufferable torture. The brute removed the protruding object out of its eye with such misery and threw it away, the wound seeped with yellowish ooze and blood from its socket. On its knees, it looked up, with its one good eye and saw their reaper.

This fiend breathed heavily, standing over its weakened enemy. Covered in agonising wounds and bruises, the brute laid in the shadow of the victor. The only thing that can be seen was the eerie glow of intelligence in its sickly olive-green eyes. The downed behemoth roared in the defiance of death and within that roar. The victorious monster in unprecedented speed plunged its claw into the mouth of its enemy and exited at the back of the skull in a spray of blood, bone and brain. This imposing monster looked into the eye of its deadly enemy, as it gurgled and choked its final breath. It grabbed its head and slowly removed its hand from the limp mandibles of its opponent. They tossed the dead brute aside as it landed onto its back, this prevailing colossal monster grabbed the broken horn, stabbed into the belly of this corpse. It tears, smashes and rips open the torso with its sharp tool and bare claws, and then with every organ and innards exposed it dined with ferocious and greedy appetite.

The fiend stood up after feasting on the carcass of its enemy, with hands and mouth stained with the wet blood of its enemy. It roared in triumph towards the moon claiming absolute victory but begins to feel another slight set of approaching tremors on the earth. It slowly turns around, to see an approaching monster coming towards it. The fiendish champion goes down and grabs the antler of the dead behemoth. Their mouth twitches into an ugly blood-soaked grin, licking its teeth with a black wet tongue. The champion viciously stares down at their new enemy and the two roar within the ruins of a sleeping jungle and so begins another clash of titans.

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Monster Story #2:

The morning sun rises, its early light illuminates the wide canvas of the fiery desert. The ominous night has vanished and a new day begins as the winds begin their duty dancing in these barren lands. Great orange hills of sand stretch and wave in the distance like its aquatic counterpart, the fathomless blue ocean. Similar to its watery sibling, islands are scattered throughout its surface in many unique formations whether infertile lands of rock or fruitful isles. In this expanse of blazing and dry fury, creatures wander in search of an oasis or a sweet escape from these harsh badlands. However, others are born, live and thrive in this cruel environment for these creatures search for those foreign to its great desert. The things that are born in these dunes are monstrous but what grows in it are nightmarish and hostile. The bones that have died are scattered throughout these desert plains or buried in its depths. Herds, hives and packs of animals travel in this cross-road of the world to sanctuaries and lands unknown. For in this very environment an incident will occur between a strong and ready herd travelling to find an oasis for asylum and a merciless group of beasts ready to strike on their flesh.

As the sun continues to rise, inside a red island of stone a herd of beasts awaken in a cool cave. This group of beasts, with a strong number of twelve, begin their journey. These beasts were lucky in not only finding shelter in this harsh expansive land but found a source of food and water. The creatures were horse-like, its body bust and strong, its neck long along with its face, and strong muscular legs. They have six legs with four at front and two in the back with powerful hooves to accompany them. Their skin is thick and hard, similar to a rhinoceros yet covered thin coats of muddy brown hair. On their heads protrude four horns, two on the top curved upward and two tusks on the sides of their jaw pointing down. Their heads hold pointy ears, six eyes on its side, large snouts and short manes that stand on the back of its neck. The sizes of these beasts were three storeys tall and fifteen meters long, their imposing sizes, appearances and stature gave warning to any creature that would dare make it its enemy. These creatures have well-developed senses, evolved with great speed and ferocious strength. This herd of magnificent beasts ate and drank their share from the cave, having been well rested they leave their massive shelter and enter this sunny emptiness.

This group travels in an organised protective formation and went forward in a path to discover a place to migrate and call home. They journeyed on and on, as vultures above them soar through the sky and geckos crawl through the sandy dunes. Onward these mighty beasts continue till one of them felt a rumble beneath them. It called towards its leader, reporting of the rumble beneath them that occurred. This leader was a storey taller with large horns, and scars to emphasise its experience and grandeur. The leader chewed on it, it did not want to cause panic within its herd but remain calm and collected, however, it knew that this wasteland held many threats to any migrating herd or creature. It called to its herd, to pick up the pace from their slow movements to a now fast trot. The herd although alarmed remained the same, as they picked up their speed and continued their journey. There was no rumble, however, they were careful of what unknown laid in this hot breast of the world. Onward they went, till the rumble came again louder and bigger underneath for after a few seconds it passed but only the sound of the pounding hooves on the sand remained. Then a frightening sound surrounded them, a rattling that vibrated the hot air and dunes for this was a signal that chaos was about to be set loose. The head beast of the pack, surprised at first then quickly commanded to its pack to gallop in full speed, yet it was not quick enough. Behind the herd, three of these epic beasts were caught in an explosion of sand from underneath and attacked by the predators of the desert.

In this terrifying attack, one of the beasts in the back was brought down by two slithering creatures that roamed the endless plains of the shifting sands. The beast neighed in pain struck in the lower of its torso, then a tail coiled around its neck and pulled down to cause this beast to crash down with a might slam to the desert floor. The following sounds were horrifying, the downed beast screamed in pain and struggled to get up, but only the sound of multiple hisses and rattles covered its cries and silenced by a loud snap of its neck. Another of the beasts was attacked at the front instead of behind and thus witnessed the creatures that attacked the herd. It was bitten in the neck and once it laid hold onto flesh, a silent drill inside this predator’s mouth tore through the flesh of the galloping beast. It crashed down into the soft sands bringing up a cloud of dust to cover the terrors of the outcome to be slain by these creatures of the sand. The last and third of the beast in the back of the herd, brought up a fight as it crashed its hooves everywhere into the sands, in its fury, it did not make contact, yet these creatures made good use of this anger. They teased the beast of their locations in the sand, tiring it out were when hearing the gasps of this mighty creature knew was the time to strike. They clubbed it, bitten it, chocked it out and snapped its neck. In a mere five minutes, they left a mighty strong herd of twelve to nine.

The herd continue to gallop, yet two of them stopped to bravely hold the line to allow more time for the rest of the herd to escape the clutches of the monsters under the blazing sun. They same rumble came following towards the herd, and thus these beasts of the sand finally revealed themselves to their prey in a powerful charge against this wall of defence. They were reptilian-like creatures with a body and head of a snake, they looked through four pairs of beaming yellow eyes, two on each side, and their bodies painted with the colour of crimson and blood orange in an intricate pattern of disguise and beauty. The sizes of these beasts were frightening with a length of thirty meters, with scales as tough as stone and flesh thirty centimetres thick. They were covered with sharp poisonous quills and a dangerous rattle covered in thorny spikes at the end of their tails.

Their heads covered in thorns, and a mouth with four fangs slathered in poisonous saliva and a circular second mouth that drills, tears and eats through flesh. These were one of the many predators that laid in the fiery dunes of the desert. The groups attacked, as these slithering monsters came with a fast and furious charge towards the mighty wall of flesh that blocked their prey. The two beasts were just quick enough to get in the first hit. They crushed bone and kicked at the flesh of their enemy with their great hooves, as well as with their sharp horns they penetrated their foes.

They took down a dozen of these despicable of the horrendous creatures, but these monsters did not stop until a small opening broke the defence. One of the monsters of the sand whacked the beast’s head with its tail allowing its brethren to lay the final bite. As for the other beast, another sneakily bitten into one of its back legs and with its second mouth pulverised the bone and any vital muscle to cause it to collapse leaving it vulnerable and ready for the kill. They greedily feasted and went onward to the remaining seven of the herd, following their sweaty and tired scent. The beasts were getting tired and managed to get at least a good distance away from the onslaught. They weren’t prepared for such an attack and needed rest as well as energy to refill their grand bodies. The hills were lower and small, a few plants laid scattered around them from large cacti to fat dry bushes to provide their nutrients. Lucky enough there was a small body of water to at least stave of their thirst. They went onward and onward, till a sudden crack came from the sky, a thunder cloud approached the herd. Their leader gave reassuring marks that although a storm was coming towards them, they could gallop forward away from its anger. It brought up hope and confidence amongst the herd. Yet the leader was deeply frightened for the weather was just as ferocious, strange and unpredictable in this other-worldly desert for even though they passed this cloud of thunder none of them would know what will appear next.

In a few hours, they made it to their oasis, their sanctuary. A land of Eden, a large island of green that stuck out of the blistering red of the desert. The feeling of euphoria was overwhelming, as they drank, ate and rested within its gorgeous colourful walls. The seven were safe and comfortable in their new home. One of the beasts ventured out and explored this beautiful asylum, relaxed and out of harms reach it found a suitable spot to relieve himself. Blissfully relaxed and empty of its stress, it heard a slight noise in one of the colourful bushes nearby. Curious it looked into the bush, finding nothing but pretty and delicious flowers. It gobbled on the flowers solely focused on its meal, that it did not notice a strange vine coiling around its neck, where only till it noticed it by a familiar sound, a rattling sound. It went limp and laid gently onto the flower bed, with still a few plants stuffed in its mouth, where it was quietly eaten by the intruding predators of the sand.

Now with six of the remaining herd still alive, ignorant of the seventh now dead, two out of the six went to a clear body of water to drink and quench their thirst. This pool of water was big enough to allow one of them to enter and wash while the other simply laid down lazily dozing off. The beast splashed around noisily and brutishly into the pool and swam as best it could. It was relaxing and felt the tension ease off, however with the red sand being washed off and dyed into the pool it allowed their predators a covert camouflage into this pool of water. Not only were they great traveller in the sand, but great swimmers as well. They went in deep and once they were underneath the beast swimming above them. They were ready and in position, thus they attacked this naive beast. They rapidly coiled their bodies around it, broke the legs of the creature and with its heavyweight it was brought down to drown and be eaten alive in this peaceful pool. The other beast stood up, yawned and looked into the pool for its friend and compadre only to see in shock of a rising colour of bright red from the bottom of the pool. It anxiously moved backwards, terrifyingly fumbling away were from the pool, the relentless predators came out from its depth and attacked the terrifying beast.

The four beasts that remain of the herd suddenly heard a cry of help, alerted and ready they saw something charging from the grand wilderness of the oasis. Their fifth member of the herd came out exhausted was at front of its brethren, however, it was seriously wounded from bites, bruises and slashes. It moved forward only to collapse with only just a few steps and then the cold grasp of death took it away. The same hiss and rattles came behind it, slithering forward to the four beasts of the herd with its leader at the front in a furious rage. A dozen of the predators of the desert came out into the opening and then their leader revealed itself to the remains of the heard. It was fifty feet in length, the same colours but in a different pattern and had the hood of a cobra with a most terrifying design with two circular bleeding red suns staring down at its meal with one crimson sun in each flap of the hood. This was the apex, the leader of the predators of the burning desert and it came down onto with two of its followers like a strike of lightening. Theses beasts battled in the oasis, unable to notice of a coming storm that approaches the sanctuary. A giant of a sandstorm that was about to violently enter into an oasis to tear it apart and bury it into a coffin of sand.

The winds picked and so did the intensity of the duel, none were holding back as each attack with equal furious power. Six of the predators have been obliterated, but one of the mighty beasts has been lost. Three remains of the heard and seven of the predators, both leaders fought at each other relentlessly without pauses of exhaustion. The remaining are soon swallowed into the storm, their fights continuing but covered by curtains of sand that blew with ferocious winds. Whether the beast of the herd or the monster of the sand, none will know who will rise triumphant only roars and hisses of battle are what echo through those howling winds. The leaders continued like two biblical creatures of opposite spectrums of the world trying to kill the other. Order and chaos, good and evil, stone and sand they fought to the bitter end. The mighty leader of the herd stomped, kicked and crashed onto its enemy with its mighty hooves. The apex of the sand whipped, slashed and clubbed at its opponent with its slithering body and rattling club of a tail. Then in the climax of their battle, the mighty beast stabbed at the apex’s flesh with its horns as for the apex coiled its body around the neck and body of the beast piercing it with its poisonous quills and choking out its life. The duelling beasts remained in this status of endless struggle and battle, till they were then swallowed whole in this position of strife and war into the gaping abyss of the sandstorm.

All was gone. The oasis did not exist, only great dunes of blood-red sand. No corpses or stains of that battle blemish the smooth curves of the hills of the desert. Nothing remains of what happened, only small trees that appear like bushes remain scattered across the plains of what was once a beautiful haven. A gecko approaches one of the bushes and lays there to rest beneath its shadow. It rested for a bit only to have it disturbed of a sound in the distance. It cocked its head and listened carefully to what it was, it came again but it did not know what it was. It was carried by the wind, a faint echo slowly dying away under the ominous sun. This small gecko thought, believing it heard a raging roar or a triumphant neigh in the distance, perhaps it was a victorious hiss or furious rattle somewhere out there. The gecko did not care, it laid back to rest into the shadow of a bush as these unknown ghostly sounds haunted the hills and dunes of the desert under the blazing sun.

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