Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

Its eyes were red, and there was a powerful bloodthirsty aura in the air. Chase's eyes widened. This monster was similar to the demonic corpses created by demonic skills. Before Chase could react, the Blood Monster lunged at him as its sharp teeth tore through the air. There was a screeching sound from its teeth grinding as it jumped at Chase. It was like the roar of a wild beast. "Get lost!" Chase growled and swept a kick at it with terrifying strength. He hit the Blood Monster right in the abdomen, and it flew off several yards away. It crashed into a huge tree.

I reached my bloodied hand out to touch him, but he moved out of the way, causing my hand to drop onto my lap instead. "You aren't a monster," I whispered, my voice not entirely my own. He let out a dark chuckle moving towards me. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong, my little pet. I'm the worst kind of monster there is." I gasped as his hand slammed into my chest, a scream tearing through my throat. It was like a spell had been broken. Fear poured through my veins. I wanted to run away, hide, but I couldn't, and as he ripped my heart from my chest, I was left with one last thought before everything went dark.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Familiar eyes shine through the dripping blood with a snarl. The monster grabs my wrist before I can pull back from a hard strike to its neck, and twists my hand painfully, bringing me down to my knees. Wait. How did it know my name? “OOwwwW!” I howl in pain and glare at the monster. “Let me go!” It takes a beat for me to look past his bloody appearance. Those eyes. I know who this fucker is. The coagulated blood he’s covered head to toe in isn’t blood at all. It’s the red mud of the Blood River. The natural iron deposits make the water blood red. It’s so potent that it turns the mud on the river banks blood red as well.

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?

The blood in the pool boiled even more violently, and the sky above took on a tinge of eerie red. "Let's begin the sacrifice," the woman ordered. "Yes,” everyone responded, surging forward with one grabbing Adrian to throw him into the pool. ‘Looks like it’s my turn,’ Adrian made up his mind. He knew that if he didn't act now, he would become a sacrifice to the blood pool. He burst forth with his Draco Veinergy. Boom! A terrifying roar spread out, instantly shocking the monster approaching him. "Ah!" The monster approaching Adrian was caught off guard and let out a scream. Under the overwhelming aura, it instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

The man that I had once found beautiful, that I once was in love with, that I admired, with everything that I had, now looked like nothing more than a stranger to me, a monster in my eyes. “I’m done with my blood,” he said, stepping closer. “At least for tonight. I assume that I would be getting more tomorrow. They seem to be rotting with fear. I thought that this would strengthen them, but they seem to be coming down one by the other. I'm going to need to get more of them.” I let my robe slip slightly from one shoulder, exposing skin chilled by the night air. “Then I would assume that you would want to take other things. Me perhaps?”