Beautiful Monsters Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

That face, those eyes, that feeling. I didn't dare to watch Kael and the girl kissing intimately under the moonlight any longer. I fled back home almost in a panic. Back home, I sat on the cold floor, unable to calm down for a long time. That girl's face flashed before my eyes repeatedly, like a ghost. It made me realize that this matter was far more terrifying and bizarre than I had imagined. My hands trembling, I took out my phone and sent emergency messages to several people. Half an hour later, my parents, Kael's mother Elara, and Kael's sister Rachel all rushed to my residence.

Till now the shadow monsters haunts the children of the goddess, and until the beast guardian is found, the beast will remain locked up for all eternity. Wow, this is an interesting story. I flipped the pages to read more, but all of a sudden my ladder suddenly lost balance and I came falling down with a little scream letting go of my book in the process. I expected to hit the ground, but was caught into strong arms. I heard his amazing scent before I could look into his eyes. Those green eyes stared at me with a smirk on his face and I couldn't help how my heart raced at his presence. "Domenic!" I exclaimed sounding a little too happy than I should be.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

My body hits the floor, rolling under the steel gate just as it slams shut. BOOM. Dust rains down from the ceiling. Outside, the monster screeches, ramming the metal again and again. The boy presses a finger to his lips, eyes wide with terror. We retreat into the deepest shadows, holding our breath until the scratching finally fades away. The boy slides down the wall, gasping for air. Up close, he is ridiculously beautiful. Linen-colored hair, skin like white jade. A beauty so fragile it triggers a dark urge to shatter it.

"It’s in the walls of this house. And I’m the only one who knows the sequence." I looked at Dominic and Killian. "Kill him," I commanded. "Kill him, and maybe I’ll let one of you live long enough to see your child." The shift in the room was instantaneous. The two monsters didn't hesitate. They didn't argue. They turned on Miller with a synchronized brutality that was beautiful and horrifying to behold. As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain.

He opened his eyes, meeting mine — half drunk in lust, for me. Completely unaware. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he rasped, trailing his hand up my side. I smiled slowly, tilting my head. “Nothing,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. Because monsters don’t warn their prey. They seduce them. They love them. And then they rip them apart.

’ A part of her mind coldly asked her. She blinked back her tears. She was stunned by her own thoughts. Shea swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized how much her thoughts were slowly becoming a venomous poison to her thoughts – as doubts and uncertainties started to creep into her entire system. ‘If it is his beast, then would it change a thing? Denver and his beast were one. He is part of his beast, and so was he to his monster. You can’t separate the two of them. They were part of the whole, and that’s the reality that you must accept.’

Thalia snapped, sword already gleaming in the lantern light. Nyra nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowed, calculating. “We’ll never hold them all off if they surround us.” Elias’ jaw set. “We don’t. We cut through and get out.” Simple. Brutal. The only chance we had. The first monster lunged, bursting through a bookcase with a screech that rattled the glass in the windows. Its face was a grotesque smear of features—mouth too wide, teeth crooked like shards of glass, eyes empty hollows rimmed with gold.