Blood Of My Monster Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m a monster.” The words came out again and again, spilling from my mouth like venom, until they became the only thing I could hear over the pounding of my heart. I collapsed to my knees at one point, my hands shaking violently. I looked down and—gods—his blood. It was still there. Dried into my fingernails. Staining my palms. Smearing my wrists. “No!” I screamed, clawing at my skin. I scraped and scratched until it burned, until it stung, but I could still see it. His blood. His blood because of me.

I get to beat someone to almost the brink of death without been question about it. I love the feeling of having another's humans blood dripping off my knuckles. I love the feeling of bones cracking against my knuckles and that's because I. Am. A. Monster. One that should never be let loose.

"Come to think of it, you didn't even want the throne in the first place, Azazel..." The buzzing sound was back, I couldn't hear anything. BLOOD! My monster growled very loudly in my head, and my scleras lit up to the color of blood. It wants their blood, I want their blood. I am no longer in control. ~Ba-dump~ ~Ba-dump~ ~Ba-dump~ ~Ba-dump Time stopped. Everything froze. He did not get to finish his words when my monster broke out of my cage of sanity. It took hold of me and growled in thirst for blood. I couldn't stop him, I have never been able to. And as he stood up from the throne with the speed of light...

The sound of Miren's voice was enough to completely vanquish the monsters. That brief but terrifying moment abruptly occurred, which was followed by the sudden explosion of the monster girl's body. A cloud of bloody mist formed in the sky as all of the bits of flesh, fresh blood, and slimy solutions rose into the atmosphere. Miren observed the gory scene in front of her without showing any emotion at all. New blood splattered onto the machine that was her shirt, and it slowly dripped down to the bottom of the garment in drops. Miren has taken on the appearance of a horrifying beast that has unexpectedly emerged from the underworld. This monstrosity has a haughty charm to it, and it takes oth

she demanded, her voice steady despite the palpable fear lacing her heart. With a throaty growl, the monster drew closer, revealing a face that, in its haunting visage, echoed the features of Gabriel’s pack. Her stomach twisted with a morbid realization as it inched forward, the dark hue of its fur shimmering under the blue glow. "You should know fear, little princess," it snarled, a grotesque parody of a once-humanoid voice, dripping with malice. "What you seek will come at a price, just as it has for all who bear your blood."

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

Jiho looked at him, his eyes wide. "Run! Go! All of you!" I yelled again, and Jiho and the rest of my team ran faster than the wind. I had no intention of letting this monster get out of this room. Slowly, the monster began to grow larger as I held it at bay. Its skin was turning blacker, becoming a deep shade of red—the color of blood. A wave of disgust washed over me. Through the window, I could see the night sky stretching upward. The stars twinkled in the dark, beautiful backdrop—a scene that would've been peaceful under any other circumstances. But tonight, that beauty felt haunting and sinister.

Which is why I have left the sanctuary of my study tonight, to get more blood. The monster inside me is threatening to take over, and if he wins the battle within me, then I cannot stop him from killing. I have been starving him for days and the bags of blood don’t taste the same as it does fresh from the vein. He hates it, but there are bigger things at play here than his greed and they have to take precedence.

It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather. Malakai tried to summon his alpha Sovereign blood. He tried to force the crimson fire into his eyes, to project the dominant aura that had made global boardrooms bow to his will. "Stand down!" he shrieked, his voice cracking comically. "I am the one who called you! I am the bloodline of the western glen! I command—" With a movement so fast it defied the laws of physics, the monster blurred. A heavy, ice-cold hand ending in jagged, black bone claws slammed directly into Malakai’s chest, pinning him to the earth with enough force to

The little dragon thrust its tail toward the blood monster's heart. “AGH! No, I don’t want to die!” The blood monster screamed, feeling excruciating pain as its heart was pierced, and its life force began to be absorbed by the little dragon. Slowly, the blood monster’s eyes lost their light, and within a few seconds, it fell silent.