Monsters We Become

Some monsters are born. Others are forged in the darkest corners of the human soul. Welcome to Monsters We Become. Between these pages you will not find heroes who slay the beast. You will find the beast wearing the hero’s skin, the victim sharpening its own claws, and the thin red line where the two become indistinguishable. Seven stories. Seven descents. Each one peels back another layer of the lie we tell ourselves: that the monster is always out there, never inside us. In Hollow Vessels, a man wakes surrounded by corpses and discovers the only way to cage the creature inside him is to let it feed. In Heart of the Devil, a predator carrying Lucifer’s own heart discovers that the purest light can burn worse than any darkness. In Alpha Punk, a stolen denim vest stitched with decades of murder souvenirs proves that some legacies refuse to stay buried. In The Wrong Type, a desperate mother risks everything to save her dying child—only to discover the true price of salvation. In Charisma, the distorted riffs of a basement metal band echo through an old, forgotten tome, summoning something ancient, hungry, and long-buried. In Mother of Monsters, the three-headed Chimera—lion, goat, and serpent—descends on a mortal city not to destroy it, but to teach it what a real god looks like. And in Sleigher, a lycanthropic Santa takes to the skies in a sleigh sewn from suffering itself, delivering gifts no child should ever receive. These are not tales of redemption. They are tales of recognition.Every character here begins by hunting the monster—and ends by realizing they were never the hunter at all. So turn the page. Look in the mirror while you still can. Ask yourself the only question that matters: Are you the monster… the victim… or both?