Broken Monsters Book Novels & Stories

Ben closed his eyes as he thought about Thorin’s warning and he swallowed hard to keep from choking up. “The warlocks hunted your kind to near extinction because they didn’t want you interfering in their plans. They didn’t like that women could undo all their works with just a touch of their hand, so they either killed you outright and made you start all over again as children or they locked you in cages until you learned to behave yourself or just faded away.”

I mumbled. Frank hissed and stopped hitting me. “With all the good traits you had and yet you never had a common sense right?” He said emphatically. “Fuck you! I will…” I wasn’t finish when he attacked me and made me kiss the ground. My ribs were damaged; I could feel it. As I tried to create a posture but I couldn’t because I am damaged between my legs. Frank suddenly crumpled my shirt. “Don’t you ever try to hit her once again or you will never see the sunrise. I have been watching you all the time, and I am fed up with you!”

Born cruel. Each page after that detailed horrors I didn’t want to imagine. Generations of monsters—Slythes who ripped through kingdoms, who fed on fear and blood and innocence. Each had a name and their lagacy are contain in a page of their own. I flipped through them, page after page, the weight in my chest growing heavier. A short page had me stopping, my eyes examining the uneven edge of the page. It had been ripped Ripped clean from the spine. Not worn. Not loose. Torn. Intentionally.

Wood and paper exploded; her teeth flashed in a feral grin. We had a front line: Corvin tearing through monsters, SML wrestling architecture, Selene dueling the system’s raw power. Which left me to do what only I could. Books were still exploding overhead, pages flapping, hazards raining down—wolves from some TOWER OF ECHOES draft I barely remembered sketching, their eyes full of static; mirror shards that spun in the air, reflecting my face twisted in panic; humming drones zeroing in; moaning castle ghosts reaching greedy hands.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

Ethan taught me to read for endless afternoons, my first kiss was there, and consequently Nick's was also there. The first time I saw Ethan drunk, Anne's first broken heart, and when Tom got his driver's license. Even though it was confiscated that same day for him hitting the tree in our tree house. Typical Tom. Looking back I cannot understand how my life became what it is now. How could I have gotten so deep into the pit? At what point did everything go wrong? I think of the things I could have done differently. Maybe we would all still be together today. *** Chapter 1

No one deserves to wield such great power, especially not monsters. “The book is enchanted…it can’t burn or physically get damaged, it protects itself so ease up with all of the threats. Hand the book back to me ,blood clocks its power and makes it harder for monsters to track it. More monsters are coming for it and some are already around the forest just like the one that burnt up the bus full of humans just to get the book. You have no idea what you are messing with doll face…now hand it over ,” “We have to find Freya,”

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds.

First Reese, who absolutely didn’t want me there, then the unknown Proles with his young animals, but the most important thing was probably the visit to the old warehouse, where I had learned about things that would have been better kept hidden. Monsters didn't just exist in the form of proles. I hated people like Taid. Of course, honest work is usually more difficult these days. There were few people whose laurels of their work simply fell into their laps without much effort, but that was by no means a reason to get involved in illegal and disgusting things like him. How could he still make money from those monsters I hated the most in the whole world, who wreaked havoc on humanity? I sighe

The fear, the pain, the desperate courage of warriors fighting something beyond normal comprehension. "What's happening up there?" a young mother asked, clutching her toddler. "Our pack is fighting," Aria said, trying to project calm she didn't feel. "They'll protect us." Through Dante's bond, she felt his rage and fear as he engaged the enemy. The Bloodborn were everything the refugees had described and worse. Stronger, faster, seemingly immune to pain. Their red eyes glowed with unnatural light, and their claws tore through regular wolves like paper. Stay safe, Dante's voice touched her mind. I love you.