Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

She called me son but I killed her. I grabbed the shattered knife, one that were broken all over the floor. I grabbed it. I shattered the mirror. I did it. I took the shred, sat on the floor and drew blood from me. The monster needed blood. It needed blood. Who was the monster? Was it me? Was it in my head? Was I the monster? I killed two woman. Slash Slash! Blood. I drew blood was from them. I was the monster? “Don’t do that.” A voice. Tiny. Sweet. Cinnamon. Rose.

I asked while looking at my hand. "Let's go!" I heard Shadow shout but I didn't move from where I was standing. "Moon!" I looked at the monster that suddenly jumped in my direction, I immediately raised my hand and closed it because at any time the monster would step on me, but instead of a heavy weight I felt a sticky liquid flow through my whole body. I opened my eyes and saw the ragged body of the monster that was about to step on me, my whole body was bathed in the green color of its blood, I laughed as I looked at the blood on my body.

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

My entire body was covered with blood, blood that wasn't mine. From what I had seen, Ursa wasn't the monster, it was me. I was the monster that would destroy everything I loved.

I shouted while struggling, this vampire was just so strong because I couldn’t push him. "Baby, look what you did," he said softly as if he couldn't hurt me. "You're a monster!" I was scared when he looked at me sharply. "I'm not a monster!" he said emphatically. "You will pay for what you did to my eyes, woman," he said. He slowly approached my neck. “No! No!” I felt a sharp stab in my neck. "AHHHHH!" I shouted as I sat down on my bed. Dream? A scary dream.

He tilted my face upward, forcing my wide, trembling eyes to lock directly into his golden ones. His grip was unyielding, but his touch was surprisingly light. Timid, even. "You are right," Dante murmured, his thumb making a slow, barely perceptible stroke against my skin that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "I am a monster. I have spilled more blood than this valley can hold, and I sleep perfectly fine in the dark. I do not have people who love me, Doctor. I have soldiers who fear me, and enemies who want me dead."

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

The rogues fall to the ground in a heap of death. With sickening thuds. Everyone of them. I run to their side. Even though I know it's too late. Even though I know they're already dead. I want to bring them back. But I can't. Their faces are covered in blood. Their bodies are limp. Dead. My heart drops. My stomach twists. My vision is blurry. I feel bile rising in my throat. I am going to throw up. This is my fault. I am a monster. I. Am. A. Monster.