Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

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.

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “

And maybe something beginning to feel dangerously like love. A distant howl shattered the moment. Both of us froze. Another answered. And another. Auren appeared at the edge of camp, face pale. “The monsters are moving.” The warmth vanished. Reality returned. The Blood Moon was still coming. The First Wolf was still missing. And somewhere in the darkness, something ancient had started hunting. But as Kael’s hand found mine again, holding tight as we stared into the night, I realized one thing: Whatever came next, I wouldn’t face it alone.

When I looked at it, I realized that my hair was falling out and it was hanging on my long nails. Son of... I exclaimed to myself. My eyes widened. They heat up. It's like it's on fire. Along with this, my stomach ached. I flipped over on the bed and fell to the floor. I crawled up to the big mirror. I was very surprised to see myself here. The real me. I'm a monster. The ghost. I'm a ghost. I stared into my red eyes. Blood flowed here. Then in the mirror. I saw something in the mirror. A picture gradually becoming clearer. I reflected it slowly. A snake tattooed on the neck. While thinking about what this meant, it suddenly moved. I saw the bloody body of Maia's customer then Lexber's blood

I can’t see much, but I can see the huge bathtub which reminds me of the rusty bathtub they have kept for the humans. He returns shortly after and I am surprised to see that he hasn’t bothered to wash up. If I was stained with so much blood, I wouldn’t waste a minute in getting it off myself if I was not bound. But then again…Blood doesn’t bother these monsters. They live in it, shed it like water and bath in it, feeling the victory raining on them. “ Whose blood is it? ” I can’t help, but question him. I don’t know why he doesn’t scare me as much as I thought he could. Even after knowing that he is the reason behind these monsters ruling the world and even after knowing that he possibly kil

“You knew my father? You knew him?!” He came even closer and bored his eyes into my soul, weakening my muscles. “I suspected you wouldn’t remember. I could smell the magic over your head but there are holes in it now… aren’t there?” Damn, he’s fucking annoying. “Who are you?” The monster held my chin and raised my head. I could feel his claws gently scraping my skin, like he was curious to see what would happen if he cut it open. Blood, blood was what would fucking happen unless he was expecting to see gold or blue blood?

Not when his voice cracked that first time. But gods… It still broke me. He turned and vanished into the dark like he hadn’t just gutted me in two fucking sentences. And I collapsed. My knees gave out. My head fell against my arms, tears soaking the stone as I whispered, broken, “You’re not him anymore. You’re not my monster.” The sky overhead bled red. The Blood Moon pulsed like a beating heart. And then— The sigil on my chest burned. Not like fire. Like possession.

Troy" I was shaking while I was walking forward to the girl, after a moment the other guy that may be a friend of this girl defeated and been Injured by the monster so I shifted through his position, I pulled out my sword and started fighting the monster that has poisonous saliva. I thought that it would be easy yet I can see that the monster can still move faster like me, he's not just a monster. The monster was a hybrid vampire who has the blood of a monster that I still don't know what kind of creature it is. Aside from he could move faster, the body of the said monster was hard as a rock. My sword can't even give him a bit of damage, it's like he has a shield with every attack that I giv

I needed to get higher. Reaching its neck, I pulled out my knife and drove it in, aiming for its spinal cord—if it even had one. I hacked at it, my strikes relentless, but it kept moving, barely acknowledging me. Then, suddenly, thick black liquid—is this blood?—began spilling from the wound, hot like tar. The monster let out an ear-splitting roar and clawed at me. I jumped, barely dodging its massive hand. As I hit the ground, my breath knocked out of me, my eyes locked onto Rhett.