Abominable Snowman Monster High Novels & Stories

Everything was green. But not just gas this was deeper. Inside him. Around him. Through him. Noa’s body wasn’t his anymore. He floated in it. Watching. Listening. Screaming in silence. Sabine’s voice echoed like a goddamn metronome. “Let go. Don’t fight it. You were born for this.” He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. His fingers twitched. His heart slowed. The monster wasn’t coming.

“Please—our daughter—” The figure stepped closer.Then the tree fell.bA massive branch, snapping from the weight of the storm, crashed straight into the hood, throwing the car sideways, jamming doors, trapping us inside. I screamed. Mom screamed. Dad’s voice went silent. Snow filled the cracks and corners. PRESENT The SUV slid another half-meter toward the drop. Jake slammed a hand on the dashboard. “Damn it!” The figure outside lifted something—a phone—and its screen lit up blue through the snow. Recording us. My chest closed.

Worst of all, though, I have his eyes, and every time I look in a mirror, I see what that bastard did to my mother. It's a Sunday evening in early December, and I'm outside hanging Mira Ricci's Christmas lights while she directs from inside the warm house, cocktail in hand. Fucking cunt. Did I mention it's snowing? Because once snow comes to Sinistral, it stays a good four months, if we're lucky. Five if we're not. I fucking hate snow. Horatio Russo pulls up on the drive, and he and Valentina climb out. "Nicholas, this is no night to be hanging Christmas lights, son. It's eighteen degrees."

she said, then began laughing. Sandra grinned. "What's so funny?" Gwen stood up from where she was, dusted her hands, and spat out the blood left in her mouth. She then spread her wings, exposing its full span and to her satisfaction, to Sandra's horror. "Let me reintroduce myself," she said, standing proudly. "I am Gwen, The Abomination." Sandra moved back a bit, horror etched on her face. "Your bluffing," she said. "I have no reason to," Gwen answered, shrugging. "I am destined to defeat your supreme lord. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

“Did you know that this is the territory of the monsters?” “I don’t believe in such things.” Acting brave Barrett held her breath. The clouds covering the moonlight slowly dispersed and she got a clear view of the man. He is six feet tall, two pointed ears, hairy face , long nose and long protruding fangs. He is not in full werewolf form and is standing on two feet. His tail keeps on swinging as if it's telling he is delighted to see a prey. “!” Barrett took a step back. “Why? You don’t believe in monsters right?”

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

I looked at the army member who was lying there on the ground—he was definitely poisoned because his neck turned blue. "HOW CAN WE KILL HIM?" Jacob growled in anger while looking at the monster. "You can kill him with fire; otherwise, you can break his head to destroy him!" Sophia shivered as it seemed like she was scanning the monster. The monster is so tall about 200 cm. They have a facial structure like a zombie. They are fully skeletons and smell of rotten flesh—they are dead yet alive. They have long nails and their feet are large. "I can hear more people rushing towards us." Sophia closed her eyes and shivered, feeling the presence.

Its movement rattles the tunnel, icicles falling and covering my face and purple lips. After minutes or hours of racing through the tunnel, I find the exit just as the monster tries to grab my legs. I jump out skillfully into the night, and I hear the monster howling and beating its chest in rage. I fight for breath, my mouth parched as I watch the monster with hawk nose, large icy-blue eyes, fangs that must have sucked countless blood, claws that must have severed people into pieces, a long maw, and an ice-covered robe that's probably hiding its desecrated body. Its horns are about seventy inches tall.