A Monster In The House Novels & Stories

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

Either way, no one speaks. The servants walk on the edges of the carpet, their heads down. They’ve learned how to vanish without leaving the room. They’ve learned how to breathe without sound. No one smiles here. Not because they’re busy. Because they’re afraid. Every inch of this house smells like old power. Like iron. Like dust that’s never allowed to settle. The paintings on the walls show our ancestors in stiff robes and dead eyes. They watch everything. Everyone. And somewhere in this building, I know my father is watching too.

“That’s twisted.” Alessio’s mouth tightened. “Yeah. Because I said it first.” The laughter that followed crawled through the walls like static. “Lesson one, Moretti. Always remember the monsters you make.” A door slammed downstairs loud, final. They both jumped. “He’s in the house,” Noa whispered, fear lacing every word. “No,” Alessio said quietly, eyes narrowing. “He never left.” He moved fast dragging Noa with him, cutting through the dark hallways. The lights flickered violently now, stuttering like the heartbeat of something dying. The air pulsed with energy humming, alive.

Then, Mom could be heard slamming the door open in anger as she rushed in to try and save Justin, but she was no match for Riley or Toby. A loud crash was heard then, and Mom's voice disappeared. Justin's struggling sounds also ceased afterward. Time seemed to have come to a standstill at this point. Everyone in the crowd who watched and listened to the video was simply horrified. I felt my heart bleeding in pain again. The pain was so great that I struggled to breathe. "Didn't you just say just now that even animals wouldn't kill their young, Riley Stuart? So, why did you personally kill your own son for your own selfish desires?"

She was probably angry that I didn't want to leave minutes before; her grip around my mouth was too tight. You know who was screaming, though? Tia Valeria. The rest of her House was screaming and crying and most likely knew that they were going to suffer a similar fate. 'Monsters' was the only word I knew to think of them as, given I had never seen or heard of anything like them. The way that man contorted his body was horror. Pure horror. And so, it was only fitting to describe these humanoid beings with bright eyes and superhuman abilities as monsters.

Desmond, who was temporarily in charge of the pack due to Daniel’s current state, carefully made his way towards the front door, only to be thrown backwards by the force from the door being violently shoved open. Dylan rushed to his dad’s side, to see if he was okay because the door pulled out of its hinges, hitting him hard in the process. Screams from the female werewolves and pups inside the house distracted Dylan, who was helping his dad up. His eyes followed the direction they were pointing at while screaming, and he stumbled backwards on seeing a hideous monster over seven feet tall. This isn’t a werewolf, it was more like a lycan as this monster is standing on its hind legs.

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.

I might be a monster for all I know. The judge ruled the case as self defense as all the evidence pointed to being severely beaten,I couldn't help but smile at that. Since I was underaged my details weren't in the TV when they posted about theen that had been hunting humans that were killed as an act of self defense. The caption said you messed with the wrong house. They actually did mess with the wrong house and now they knew better. We were not the first family they have brutalized and led to waste but their plans failed when they walked into Aunt Laura's house.

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.