Beautiful Monsters Book Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

But as far as he knew, Horned Nightmarish Beasts had been extinct for millennia. "It doesn't look like it." Chu Xun shook his head. "According to the young woman, the monster is black and tall with long arms and sharp claws. The Nightmarish Beasts' forelimbs are too short to fit her description." Yue Changle took the large tome over and continue flipping through its pages. Before long, he came back again with the tome and showed it to Chu Xun. "What about this, Uncle. Do you think this is the one?"

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

“There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.” “That’s not real.” She walks to me, calm and slow, and cups my cheek in her hand. “It’s real. And I’ve kept you safe from it all. Every year, girls go missing from nearby villages. The monsters come down at night and take them. I’ve seen the claw marks myself.” I shake my head. “Then w

"I don't want to look at the face of a monster. You disgust me. If it were up to me, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. How can you be so evil? What did my unborn child ever do to you?" Madam Dinero shrugged, her expression cold and unapologetic. "The child would have thanked me for saving its life. It was about to be born a bastard, without a father. Everyone would mock him or her for being born to a whore. You should use your fucking brain, if you even have one." She poked Dolores in the head. Dolores finally turned to look at her, her green eyes burning with hatred. If looks could kill, Madam Dinero would have been reduced to ashes.

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

They were fighting each other like wild animals, well, I could see two magnificent beasts in front of me, and there is no denying they looked like feral creatures before me, and I couldn't see any trace of humans at all. I could hear loud growls as they continued to fight each other. They both have long pangs, and as they bit each other, I was terrified when I saw blood. And they both tried to bring each other down, but I could see they were both strong, and I shouted when I saw Oliver's body was thrown on the nearby tree, and I could hear the loud thud as he landed on the hard ground, and I never felt so terrified my entire life.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .