Clawd Monster High Novels & Stories

I retorted. “But that's exactly what you just did to us Melonie,” Clara muttered in pain, “You just tore us all apart, not just emotionally but physically. You wiped out our realm and took away our home. Look at our bodies filled with blood, you burned Arlo's face, Bruno's chest stabbed with your claws, and I was sent flying to the ground, I'm sure my bones are probably broken and it would take some time to heal, Lavanya's arms are twisted and broken and Arwan… you killed him. Isn't that what monsters are known for?” “But I brought him back to life Clara,” I defended, with tears threatening to fall.

I said, my voice firm and powerful. The two nodded in agreement, and they charged at the monster with all their might. However, as they got closer, they realized that this was no ordinary monster. It was much stronger and faster than they anticipated. The monster fought back fiercely, slamming its huge wings and claws at our classmates. Conrad managed to dodge the first attack, but Clark was hit. I used my agility to evade the monster's deadly attacks, but I knew that the three of us would not be able to defeat it alone.

What a monster. ************

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

my mate croaks, sobbing softly. I turn away from her, wincing as that same frequency echoes in my mind and in my head. It always brings out the same reaction. And suddenly my chest is heaving, my hands shaking. "Kaziel?" I hear Danika say as she slips out of bed. Panic smacks me as my claws elongate, a violent surge stirring inside of me. Horrified, I storm into the bathroom and slump against it, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to fight it. But no matter how hard I try, it grows louder and louder and louder.

Solid, light-eating black. "What... what are you doing?" The Ryder child backed away. I didn't answer with words. I stood up. I was seven feet tall. My claws were a foot long. I didn't have eyes. I had two voids in my skull. I looked at the monster. "I’m liquidating the assets," I growled. I didn't run. I vanished. I reappeared behind him. My hand went through his back. I felt his gold heart. It was warm. I squeezed.

There are only few people who know about the Maridelle's blood and how it could at least do a so-called miracle to anyone who will drink it. “This is the start of our rule!” The monster laughes with his hands tensed into claws. It reverberates in the whole infirmary that for a second it has seemed as if there is an earthquake. “I would not let that happen!” Lachlan surges forward delivering a blow on the monsters abdomen. Though the monster is towering over him, his size and the small space in the infirmary had rendered the moster immobile. Lachlan's fist made the monter shrill in pain.

And as I opened the first folder labelled CLAIRE MONROE, a cold smile touched my lips. They thought they’d burned the monster. But all they’d done… was teach it how to walk through fire.

Her mouth fell open and she let out a scream that echoed off the tile walls as she realized what she was seeing. “You’re not human,” Rita screamed as she turned and ran toward the bathroom door. “She’s not human somebody help me she’s a monster.” Maya looked down at her hands and saw that her claws were still extended and glowing slightly in the artificial light. She tried to retract them but they wouldn’t go back to normal and she could hear Rita’s screams getting farther away as she ran down the hallway shouting for help.

It’s gone to the point that she can no longer point out which seems possible and which doesn’t. From beneath the blanket of the night, there stood the full moon, glowering over the surface, enhancing its children’s abilities. The ancient monsters, the shapeshifters, were relentlessly at war. Werewolves are monsters that shapeshift into humans to fit into urban society. They act like humans during the day and brawl like the monsters they are during the night. Every full moon, an Alpha howls to the Moon to thank the Moon Goddess for their abilities. But this full moon, the White Claw Pack’s Alpha is nowhere to be seen. Like the ferocious mammals they are, they immediately pounced on the foes a