Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

Fortunately, my mates were there with me to help me stand firmly. I looked at my mates, feeling terribly sad. “What should I do?” I asked. This was because my blood, which I actually thought was potent enough to heal the monsters, did not work at all. It only works on those who had been monsters for over a month because their blood wasn't that active anymore. But for the new monsters, it was difficult to turn them back to their original form because the blood is very active since it was new.

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.

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

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."

Her son will never have his mother to hold him when he has nightmares or sing him lullabies as he falls asleep. I almost feel bad for anyone who stands in my way. I am ripping off limbs and leaving rogues to die slowly, I shove my giant claw into their chest and rip out their hearts. I have no mercy for anyone who has betrayed us for this piece of shit. Rogues begin to retreat at the sight of me. I am drenched in blood and I’m sure I look like the monster in horror movies.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

His teeth graze my skin, and I shudder, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "This is what you do to me," he rasps against my neck. "This is what I become when I stop fighting." I can feel it—the shift in him as the Bloodwraith rises to the surface. His eyes blaze red-silver when he pulls back to look at me, and the shadows around us have grown thicker, darker, almost alive. But I'm not afraid. Because beneath the curse, beneath the monster he's so terrified of becoming, I can feel him. The man. The soul that recognizes mine. "I'm not afraid of you," I tell him again.

“Please don’t kid with me like that!” His growls turn animalistic. Instead of fear, I feel sheer excitement run through me. Take a step towards him. “I am not kidding,” I say in a low voice. “Drink my blood.” “You don’t know what you are asking for, woman!” Those words come out of him harsher. “I am a freaking monster! Get away from me. This is the reason I didn’t want to bind you with me. I was pushing you away because I am a bloodsucking monster!”

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."