Daily Life With A Monster Novels & Stories

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

“You’re shaking.” “I’m fine.” I attempt to touch his arm, using my other hand. “You feel amazing.” “Do I?” A playful smile curls at the corners of his lips. He is so beautiful. “It makes me feel that you’re real. Not a distant stranger.” I meet his gaze. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” “If only you knew the monster in me, you’d be trembling in fear.” “Everyone has a monster, even me. But life must go on, I guess. We can’t always get whatever we want.”

Maybe the thought that my only shield and source of protection would leave me alone was such a scary thing. "Don't worry, monster subjugation usually doesn't take too long. I'll be back before you know it," he gave me a reassuring smile. Why did he make it sound like killing monsters was the easiest thing to do in the world? Was it because he was the male lead? Then what about us, mere mortals? Tsk.. It was kinda annoying. "Are you going to be okay, brother?" I asked. "Aren't the monsters scary?" "I'll be fine. They weren't that scary if you already got used to their appearance. And I've joined monster subjugation since I was ten, so I'm already used to it," he answered matter of factly.

Nikolas's POV I've never been afraid of 'monsters' per-say. I do believe they exist, I just don't think they are furry and live under the bed and in the closet. You see, I knew a monster once. I knew him so well that eventually, I turned into him. My monster didn't hide under the bed, no, he was everywhere. He was there when I woke up and there when I went to sleep. He took over my reality and if that wasn't enough, he also took over my dreams.

The children all bobbed their heads. "Do you know how good and peaceful is life here?" sighed Chu Xun morosely, "People die as easily as flies in the real world outside. By the hundreds and thousands, in fact. Just not long ago, a Peacock monster came out of nowhere and killed more than a hundred thousand people. A wolf-like monster killed just as many people in one single night too. The blood of those people flowed on the streets like rivers. Can you imagine how horrible is that?" The children's eyes went wide as they listened. They could not comprehend how many was a hundred thousand people, only that it must be a whole lot of people.

I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source. – Doris Day Early on Saturday, February fourteenth, Monster was curled up behind Dean. Since JD had left, the dog had not slept in his room. Then his girl and the rest of the family had been gone for a week and a half and Monster had to stay with Gina. Monster loved going to Gina’s. His mom and two of his sisters lived with Gina. And there were always treats. His favorite were the homemade treats from the dog bakery café that also served dog friendly ice cream.

Her back hit the tree trunk hard and she heard her bone cracking, she coughs blood as soon as she breathes. Looking at the hideous monster who doesn’t even know what to think like a human, tears start to fall from her eyes. All she ever wanted was to live a normal life, to graduate and work in a good company, years later she would get married and bore children with the same hair and eye colors. Her vision blurs with the tears and the monster is keeping on watch waiting for its master to come.

With just one journey to the dungeon, I could feed ten times the convoy. There were monsters that humans couldn't eat, and monsters that had the same meat as any other tamed cow or pig. And monsters that can be devoured by humans are more numerous. The maids, servants, and even my mother had no idea I was giving them monster meat. They assumed I and my men were hunting in the forest and eating the meat of the animals. I feel a little bad about feeding them monster flesh without their knowledge, but it's the only thing I could think of if I had to feed nearly a thousand people.

“She and I are digging now. If they left even a fingerprint behind, we’ll find it.” “And if it is them?” I whisper. “Then we hunt,” Dad says coldly. “Again. But this time, we don’t leave anyone breathing.” “I love you both,” Mum adds. “So much. Just—stay calm. Stay smart. Let us handle the chaos.” “We’re trying,” Caden murmurs, but his eyes haven’t stopped scanning the shadows. Neither have mine. Because the thing about monsters is—they don’t need to knock. They already know where you live.

If he were to stay as a cold-blooded monster with no critical thinking nor deep thoughts, what could there even to enjoy? Life was enjoyed by those that could perceive life as something else than surviving, to sit and smell the roses, as they say. Even the natural perception that people had over monsters was wrong, even those that didn't have intelligence would sometimes sit down and relax, to enjoy life with their families. Many species of monsters lived with large families, colonies, and more, and they enjoyed life together as they simply… lived. This was Chaos' primary goal, to live. But as a former human, and as someone born with a developed brain, he developed emotions and deep thoughts