Broken Monsters Book Novels & Stories

"Before you moved into mine. I've been keeping it exactly like you left it." The space was small but lived in. Books scattered on a makeshift desk, clothes draped over a chair, a blanket on the bed that I remembered stealing from the supply closet because the standard issue ones were too thin. Personal touches that marked it as mine. Amon went to the desk and pulled out a journal I'd forgotten existed. "You started writing this when you first transmigrated. Trying to make sense of waking up in someone else's body, living in an underground nation, fighting monsters that shouldn't exist."

"He’s winning from the grave! He’s forcing you to either be monsters together or be broken apart! Don't let the blood define you!" (To be continued in the next chapter)

Dad probably ran out of patience, so he specifically waited for the moment I won an award, which was when Mom would be at her happiest, to break her heart. And now, I really wished I could get him here so that he could see with his own eyes the "muses" he had destroyed. In the next moment, a figure sneaked into the house and started opening all the doors to look for me. "Ahh! What…" It was Dad. I was shocked as I looked at the man who had dropped onto the floor. I also noticed the yellowish liquid forming a puddle under him. "A-Anne? Marianne! Anne!" Dad had been sheltered for a long time, so he was a rather timid man who was terrified of rats and cockroaches. He didn't even dare approach me

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

he snarls and I looked back down at the crystal glowing in my hand. He looks around the library, snarling before he moves and retrieves three more crystal identical to the one in my hand. It turns out the crystals were seemingly placed around me in a circle and I furrow my brows. Brock tossed the crystals to the ground, instructing me to do the same before he steps on each one until we all heard a crack. When he was done breaking the crystals, we all watch as the red crystals slowly turned black. “Dark magic,” Brock growls, and I notice Syria nod her head in agreement.

Why was I acting like this? “You want to avoid those ones,” Dora answered instead. “They are bad news." I looked at all of them, and they had the same expression. Fear. It made me uncomfortable. “Why?” I asked nervously. “They are the Bastons. At least the ones in the middle and left, but even Mason Richards is just as dangerous. Rumors say he is a psychopath. A real one." Hani’s voice dropped to a whisper as she ducked her head to explain.

“You’re not like them.” “No one can stop her,” Dorian replied, voice low and resigned. “Not even you. She built this empire out of fear. Out of control. She made us into monsters just to amuse herself.” He slowly buttoned his shirt, each motion measured, deliberate, as if dressing for war. “But like I said… I’m used to it. These wounds? They’ll fade in time. The bruises will vanish. But her need for violence—she’ll always find something new. Someone new.”

It twitched, clawed at the shaft, then dissolved into smoke. With a single swipe, I sent a cluster of corpse-like fiends flying, their bodies breaking apart in midair. But for every one we struck down, two more crept closer. The library groaned around us, shelves tipping, books scattering like frightened birds. The monsters were not mindless. They herded us, driving us deeper into the labyrinth of stacks, cutting us off from the doors. “They’re trying to trap us inside!” I gasped. “Not if I break us a path!” Thalia’s shout was fire itself. She swung her blade in a wide arc, sparks flying as steel bit into claw and bone. The creature shrieked and fell, but another replaced it at once, then an

It's just one thing after another with these people. "Your wolf will tell you when the time is right. It's time to go back where you belong." She has a huge smile on her face. It's the last thing I see as the floor gives out under me and I begin to plumet down. Right before I hit something solid, I hear the Moon Goddess yell out that I should trust Allistar and DImitri. I black out right as I hit the bottom. All I can hear is a steady beeping. Where is that coming from?