Arica Monster Novels & Stories

Shuri and I exchanged glances which explained that we weren't expecting anyone. "Come in," I ordered and Raul rushed in panting. "What happened?" I asked. "Amara was spotted in Arianna's house yesterday," He informed me. I glanced at Shuri who looked sad but didn't say anything. They weren't in good terms but I could see concern in her eyes as she nodded and I left the room with Raul.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

Doing her morning rituals, she looked at Her reflection before smiling again She remembered when she called herself a potato in front of Angelo He looked at her before grabbing her hips in his larger hands. "You're my potato then," he said softly giving her a Peck on her forehead. Shaking her head softly, she let out a little giggle at the memory. She still wondered why people called him a monster tho. But said nothing about it. Letting out a breath Aria remembered she has classes today making her groan. She walked out of her bathroom, looking through her closet for an outfit for the day.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

I said simply. The words hit like a blade unsheathed. No one dared argue. Not aloud. But their eyes screamed it. They feared me. And they should. Because while they spoke of politics, I was preparing for war. And while they worried about how I looked standing next to a vampire, I was tracking what had the power to tear one open and leave no trace. They still thought I was distracted. They didn’t see that I was planning six moves ahead. “You’ll have a name for us in three days,” Alaric said finally, standing. “Or we will choose one for you.”

“The reliquary should be a clear clue to that.” Aris nodded. “We'll give you a minute, but you have to figure it out fast; the weapons attacking us are very strong, and more monsters may come. I don't know how we would deal with an army of these things, Nadine,” Aris said, and I knew he was worried. We heard Drago's roar, and I became desperate, so I quickly opened the jewelry box and took out the reliquary. The monsters began to growl, which surprised me.

I shove Aria aside before she can react, lightning exploding outward as the fragment comes down like a falling star. Clara. What are you doing Aria’s voice is distant, drowned out by the crackle roaring through my veins. I’m doing the only thing I can do. I’m giving the monster a new target. Not Ares. Not Aria. Me. My storm flares white-hot, and I scream, “come on then! take a bite out of me instead!” The fragment twists mid-air and its hollow eyes lock on me. Good. Good. That’s right, you ugly divine cockroach.

A 21-year-old with God Complex and the means to get whatever he wants without any consequences turned him into the monster he was meant to be. It was a one-way path into destruction, everyone can see it but no one said a thing. They all stood by and watched as Armand Lombardo rose and became the man they all fear most. For Ari, things were getting even more difficult because the monster was the love of her life and she's the only one who occupies his sinister wretched heart.

“O-of course, hon. Shouldn’t I be a human?” Amara tried to stand up. She couldn’t handle the throbbing pain in her head. The more she tries to understand what was happening, the more pain is attacking her head. It was the first time it ever happened to her. She never had a migraine until waking up in this unfamiliar forest. “W-wait! Don’t tell me you’re going home naked?” Amara knew that the human was following her. She tried to run to get away from her. However, the pain hitting her head was more potent than her will to escape. She stopped for a while and leaned her back against a tall tree.