Novel & Cerita Blood Of My Monster

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts spiraled as they often did these days. Several days had passed since my encounter with that bloody Vampire. Zachary fucking Ammon. While we'd been evenly matched on our first encounter, he'd wiped the floor with me the second time around and I was ashamed to admit that it terrified me. He must have gotten some sort of power boost this time. One I couldn’t quite name but could testify to its effects. That was very worrisome. I needed to formulate a plan to handle him once and for all, but I couldn’t do that without more information.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

"That'll be the last time you talk to me like that." A rage so deep burns through me and I cry out, a pulsing gaze of red falling over my vision. When I strike out an arm, I scoure a path down the nearest girl's chest. The rest stumble away, looking at me like I'm a monster. "She shifts?" one says distantly. I look at my hands. Grey. Like the monster's.

he stutters on his words as he is now coughing up a great amount of blood, "Perhaps because I am not a monster." "Oh, my dear friend, you shall see a monster tonight." As he manages to find the strength to sit up straight, I bend down and grab him by his shirt, tearing it from his body. I completely catch him off guard as I rip him up in the air by his ankle, his hands furiously trying to grab hold of my body. "I am going to bleed you dry. I shall see how you lose every ounce of that light that keeps your body going." "Well," he stutters uncontrollably as the rush of gravity to his head shakes his mind off balance. "You shall get your wish."

I screamed, charging toward Amon's men. The glass cut through the air drawing a savage red line across one of his men's throats. Blood poured out, and his eyes instantly rolled in the back of his head. I was sure he was dead, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I raced toward him and plunged the glass into the man's heart. I screamed with bloodthirsty eyes as I ripped the man's heart out with my bare hands and bit into it. Viktor had one of Amon's men pinned to the floor and jabbed the stake in his heart. Then, he looked up at me with a giant smirk.

“She’ll never have to know. No one will. My blood can do things you’ve never dreamed of. Ask Malachi.” His eyes narrowed into slits, and he walked toward me. Got him. He hovered over me in an intimidating way, then his hand shot out around my neck closing my airway. “If you weren’t needed, I would rip out your throat right now. I despise witches and your kind especially. I would never taint my body with your blood.” His eyes trailed over me slowly. “It’s a shame beauty was wasted on you.” Shit. That wasn’t what I expected. See, seducing was not my thing.

The chilling atmosphere seemed to beckon me, tempting me with the scent of impending death. The desire to squeeze the life out of someone coursed through my veins. I longed to witness the light fading from my traitor's eyes, reducing them to nothing more than a lifeless body. The monster within me raged, yearning to be set free. It had been contained for far too long, and the time for its release had come. And so, I unleashed it. As I approached the door, Leon and Milandro came into view. With an intense surge of force, I flung the black wooden door open, causing it to collide harshly against the wall.

Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt). He’s fought things like me before and won. He has no idea I’m not a thing like anything he’s ever met. I let him come. First blade aims for my heart. Second for my throat. I shift (not into coyote). Into him. Exact copy (same height, same scars, same dead eyes). He freezes mid-swing, staring at his own face wearing a soft, amused smile. Celeste (in his voice): “Hi. I’m a Blood Wizard.

My feet splashed through something wet and when I looked down, I realized I was walking through pools of blood. In the distance, I could see water—a lake or ocean, I couldn't tell which. I ran toward it desperately, thinking maybe I could wash away the blood and ash covering my skin, maybe I could escape this horror. But when I reached the water's edge and looked down at my reflection, what stared back at me was a monster. My face was covered in blood—not my own, but the blood of countless victims. My eyes were glowing an unnatural purple, filled with madness and rage. My teeth were bared in a savage snarl, and I could see traces of flesh caught between them.