Black Cat Monster High Novels & Stories

I enjoyed it all more than I could admit it and I was somehow, a lot, even, disappointed that I couldn't get that pink-headed big monster of his and I knew he wanted it too, he wouldn't say it but I could see it in his eyes. Dominic had barely just brought a new pair of clothes from his desk's drawer and changed into that black pants and plain black long-sleeve dress shirt that hugged his taut, burly chest and shoulders perfectly before topping it with a long black coat which gave him the killer yet hot look of the devil himself until he slid those Cristal clear with gold temples on, accentuating his high cheek bone and his sharp blade jaw line that I could swear would cut through anything.

: “Sure. I would love to see that.” After the mysterious black-like monster finished that statement in a deadpan voice, the monster had started to walk over to where Naraja was: Swiftly and maliciously. Naraja knew what was to come next. It was death. The cold harsh reality every human being tries to run away from in the moment. Naraja didn’t care anymore, whether it be the mysterious black goop to swallow him first or this ‘thing’ to kill him first. Naraja didn’t care about the pain or being out of breath anymore. He didn’t care about the fact that his left-leg got bitten off. Naraja just didn’t care about being alive anymore. He just wanted for this pain and nightmare to end already..

He was desperate to touch her soft skin, and the screams distracted him. Hearing those screams, he slammed the door open and came out hurriedly, fuming angrily. He saw a gigantic black cat whose mouth was loaded with fresh human blood. His hazel eyes were more scary and traumatic for him. He had never seen a black panther in his entire life. And the black cat sat on him.

There was no way she would let Calhoun do this all by himself. A huge monster cane out of the chasm slowly. Its head was black, and its body was covered with reddish ooze. It had two long antennas by the side of its nose, and its mouth was gaping huge, releasing a toxic breath. It had jagged teeth the shape of rocky mountains, and it released a powerful scream that sent Elena several feet back. She turned to look at Calhoun and saw that he was facing the beast, though his attention moved to her every few seconds that passed. She frowned, putting on a determined face. She wasn't going to let him down.

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

The black cat immediately leaped forward, blocking in front of Emily and pushed her back. Emily did not expect the black cat's strength to be stronger than a human's, and she was pushed to a corner of the wall in the distance. She stared in horror as Hawkins was surrounded by the three wolves. She yelled urgently: "Hawkins! Run away! They are werewolves!"

Its misshapen head was reminiscent of a wolf or a canine of some sort with large, almost exaggerated fangs and even the way it seemed to sniff the air only deepened its resemblance. But its body … It was the spindly body of a beast that’s similar to Calleb’s wolf. Only bigger. And its fur was black and white. “Calleb!” Accashia called, and her body was trembling. It was unlike the beast that Calleb would transform into during the full moon. It was monstrous. The beast howled as it took another step. Rendering everyone in the battlefield motionless. The monster was 12 feet tall. Black and white fur was covering its body. Its fangs were dripping blood.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Catherine's POV: A space somewhere deep inside of me, my soul and my very essence, served as an abode for some kind of a terrifying, and extremely powerful monster that was locked up in a cage for a very long time. It was a different entity compared to my wolf, Raya. It produced disturbing sounds of what seemed like a horrifying beast, which is why I chose to refer to it with the common name of all beasts. A monster. When Easton lifted me into the air, it sensed the danger and kept banging the bars of his cage repeatedly with its hard and strong body. It was suddenly so, hungry, and thirsty for fresh blood. Thirst and hunger fueled it with incredible strength that his rampage caused the nume

The head of the creature moved fast and that only left them getting a quick glimpse of its thick tail. It got closer as that black thing she had mistakenly seen as leaves of some sort had actually been some reptile scales. The scutes were shiny black and smooth that if one extended a hand and tried to touch, it would slip and fall. The black monster made some rattling sound as it circled around the two girls coiling its body for about ten times so that it made a wall blocking it's preys from escaping. The fear that emitted from its food made it feel more hungry as it moved its head towards its body before remembering to answer to that stupid question.