Clawd Monster High Novels & Stories

He turns this time, with quakes and cringes, as he removes his head phone to a deafening piercing screech from the dark. Under the bright moonlight, he took a furtive glance at his wrist which was now aching badly and discovered claw marks on it, and blood dripping profusely. He knew what ever it was that did this, was no human. Only a monster could claw his hands so fast, with the speed of the wind.

"Thanks. You look ravishing," "I know right!" She squealed. "I was chatting with Jiro last night and he told me one of his favorite animated movies is Monster High and his favorite characters are Draculaura, Ghoulia, and Clawdeen… the point is that he loves Draculaura and I do too so I felt the urge to wear one of my altered collections." She said with so much pride, her noise raised. Tristan scoffed with disgust and Starliss sighed as she joined us.

"But they want me! They want her!" "And they will get neither of you as long as I live!" The door shook violently. Melissa hesitated for one heartbeat too long. Merida shoved her. “Go!” Tears burned in Melissa’s eyes, but she obeyed. She grabbed the baby, held her close, and fled into the night. Merida watched her disappear into the trees. Then— The door exploded open. Wolves. Not just wolves. Monsters. Something about them looked unnatural. They were hungry. Their red eyes glowed with feral rage, their jaws dripping with thick, viscous saliva. They were not human. They were not wolves. They were something in between—something made of nightmares.

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

Clementine POV "Listen, students of Vampire High, welcome to National Vampire High Day year 29768." Chairman's introduction that we are at the top of the stage with some board of Chairman. Everyone applauded so I just joined. "Today, we're going to celebrate it. But first, we the board Chairman of Vampire high wants to say Thank you to the Vaughn family." The Chairman said that's why everyone looked at our behavior. Wrong, they Fin turned out. The twins just smiled with Creed except for Fin who had no emotion.

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.

A single, pure beam of moonlight shot through the shattered skylight, hitting the center of the altar. I didn't blink. I didn't move. The monster was inches from my throat, its breath hot on my skin, its claws raking the air. And then, the heir inside me did something I didn't expect. He didn't just pulse. He reached out. From my own shadow, a pair of massive, ethereal claws—made of pure, starlit silver—erupted, meeting the monster mid-air. "What?" Caleb gasped from the floor. The Corrupted Wolf screamed as the spectral claws grabbed it by the throat, the silver light burning through its oily hide. But the monster was too heavy, its momentum too great.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004 Species: Evolved Eagle Monster Original form: Hu-bird (Human-Bird) Intelligence: Conscious Organization: New Secret Illegal Researching [Immature] Fighting power: Wings Ability: Wind “Another researcher to add to our lab, huh?” Klaie muttered under his breath as he reached out unhurriedly for Omeo unconscious body and put it to his shoulder without any difficulty as he made the wings that was retracted to the inside of his body come out and appeared outside and was attached firmly to his back once again.

I pleaded before going completely still as he started to transform, I fought back as Claire tried to prey me off him. "Freya!" Claire growled as he fling me away from the bed after he fully transformed. I collapsed on the floor with a heavy thump, I recovered long enough to see Claire shielding me from the monster he had become, no...he wasn't a lycan but a creature I can't begin to describe. It has a head of a wolf, wings and a tail despite it standing on its two legs. *What kind of horrible monsters are the councils trying to create* I wondered as I dragged myself back to my feet. No wonder they have such a short lifespan.