Crestwood House Monster Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They had the same broad shoulders and the same predatory grace, but where Julian’s eyes held a simmering fire of regret, Victor’s were as cold as a deep-sea trench. "Forty-eight hours, Julian," Victor repeated, his voice a silky caress that made the hair on my arms stand up. "That’s the window before the 'Sequence 4' lock triggers the first cytokine storm. Your son’s temperature will spike to 104 degrees, and his bone marrow will begin to overproduce the very cells that are meant to protect him. Except, in this case, they’ll be his executioners." Julian’s grip on my hand was so tight I thought my bones might crack. I could feel the "Monster" inside him rising—the cold, calculated doctor who

Most trees were high and I could see through the floor which was filled with dry brown leaves. We got to the main town which has a statue of two women curled up against each other with water dripping from their mouths. I stared at the statue, trying to find a meaning for it, but instead, I was interrupted by my mum. "Those are the two founders of Crest Fall, history has it that one was a witch and the other one was the moongoddess." "Moon goddess?" "Yes, moon goddess, as do all the Gods of all wolves." "Oh, now there are werewolves?" I asked my mum.

she said, dragging out the words, “there’s nothing here for you. Nothing. So I suggest you take your little puppet and leave my house.” Her voice rose with the last words, sharp like a slap. Kristen looked down for a second. Her lips pressed together. Then she stepped back. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t argue. Her silence said enough. She turned around, Anthony moving with her. They reached the doorway when Carolina grabbed kristen’s arm firmly. “The next time you come to my house uninvited,” she shouted, “I’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day!” Kristen stopped. Turned her head slowly and yanked her arm back.

Yet here they are, running amok and causing havoc in his heart. “This strange curse plaguing the land of the werewolves is familiar. I’m sure I’ve read it somewhere. Can you confirm it for me, dear?” “Of course, mother.” He heard her approaching footsteps. “What curse is it—” They stopped. Something fell on the floor a few steps away from him, a book. Her book. Right beside the book was the pair of feet, rooted to the ground. “Phaedra? What is the matter, dear? Do you know each other?” Her mother asks, but neither of the two were paying attention.

"I should be thanking you instead. You don't know that what you've done for me today has saved two lives. Rema has befriended me too because she now believes that you're the real killer. Thanks for everything." "Anything for you and your family. I wish you had a younger sister." "Let's go now."I said. I never slept because I thought Anu and the kids would come back that night but no, that's not how it worked. "Am starting to worry because they should've come back by now."Carlos said after three more days of waiting. "They have to come before tomorrow's sunrise since there will be an eclipse and that's when my father devours every child he comes across."

It was something I haven't felt before, even when I had subconsciously created the monsters for the first time. "Good girl. That's it." Karissa praised me from somewhere close by. Her voice held a hint of pride. I opened my eyes and saw a black swirling mist, bigger than the two I had created before. I gasped and stared at it with Karissa who placed her hand on my shoulder from behind me. Fifteen seconds later, the mist expanded further and began to drop my monsters. "Shit. They are bigger than the last," I whispered to myself but Karissa answered me.

“ We just broke up. The breakup was mutual.” "If you call kidnapping your dog, mutual." I pull my weapon and stand at the top step in front of the house. The place is deserted, and as long as we don't have a runner or worse, then we might have a shot of getting this done before dinner. * I bite my cheek to hold back a laugh as I find myself looking at the house. I don’t know if it’s the conversation or the fact that the house looks like a doll’s house, but my usual calm demeanor isn't there anymore. The outside is decorated meticulously with muted, aged children’s toys.

“Do not allow yourselves to be fooled by what you see.” He pointed at me. “The woman standing before you is Calista, the daughter of Elder Homer. And she is a criminal.” The room stayed silent. Nobody cheered, agreed or even moved. Magnus was standing beside me and that was all the protection I needed. Jake cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable that he was not receiving the reaction he expected. “Earlier today, this shiftless woman broke into my private room,” he continued. “When I realized she was not capable of becoming the future Luna of this pack, I made the difficult decision any responsible leader would make.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr