Attraction To Monsters Novels & Stories

There's no fear in him, and his face signifies sinister. All of a sudden, the atmosphere becomes heavier, and soon enough, a shill holder dominates the whole realm. All village, all kingdoms, heard her cry of agony. Audra looks at Donovan once again, before they all disappear in a heavy mist of ice and fire. "In this realm, we are the so-called monsters. But now, I pity you, for the real monster has just been awakened." She whispers in the air, enough for him to hear.

We can't afford to let one of them slip between us, or better yet, fall between us. ”Okay. Come on Emm. I'll stay back to back with Leviathan. You will hug me while keeping Rose glued to your back.” ”Okay.” Now then. You might be wondering, what does these monsters look like. Well they are literally decaying corpses with skin peeling off of them and all kinds of bugs in and on them. They are cowered in dried blood, mud, dust and even spiderwebs.

Annelyn Martin Fifteen years later... The colorful lights of the nightclub illuminated my skin, while the music playing with a vibrant beat guided my body in an animated rhythm on the dance floor. I danced alongside my best friend, Amelie. The two of us had decided that tonight we would do something crazy. Something intense, stupid, or embarrassing, but something we had never done before. And the reason? It wasn't anything convenient; we were just tired of being responsible all the time. So, on my birthday, Amelie made me swear that for at least one night, we would stop being the responsible girls we are.

The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again. But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong. I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and awaken something within me that I never knew existed.

A vacant room, stripped of everything. Liam stood silently by the window, his figure stretched long by the afternoon sun. The entire scene radiated a suffocating loneliness, so overwhelming it felt like drowning. However, what unsettled me most was the look on his face. For the first time, I truly understood what Nathaniel meant when he called Liam cold to the point of being inhuman—a heartless machine. In the video, Liam stood there, his expression indifferent as people passed by him. It was as if the entire world had nothing to do with him as if he existed outside of it.

Blue immediately nods his head. “Okay so here is the plan. I am sending ten monsters to attack the Ma Vista’s tomorrow and I need you too...” The next morning is Mayhem all the monsters gather in the backyard as they prepare to hear all the monsters that will be going to the Ma Vista’s today. There is an excited buzz that floats around the yard as they all stand there waiting for me to finally address them. Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent.

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

They felt like a brand. But as I touched the cold stones, I realized the most terrifying part of the night: When Julian’s hands were on me, I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had wanted the Monster to hold me until the world disappeared.

And as Amber pulled him deeper into the dark, her body warm and willing beneath him, he closed his eyes and let it happen. Not for pleasure. Not for revenge. But because monsters don’t get happy endings. They only get what they deserve.

"Wolves. Hunters. Others." I stared at him. "You're telling me I was born like this?" "Yes." "And I've just been walking around campus my entire university life being — what — basically catnip for monsters?" "Wolves," Karl corrected quietly. Like that was the important part. "Karl, I swear to God—" "It's more than scent," Adrian continued. "A Lure doesn't just attract. They anchor. Supernatural beings near a Lure become increasingly territorial. Protective." A pause. "Possessive."