Daughter Of The Grim Reaper Monster High Novels & Stories

I’ll make sure they’ll atone for their sins in the worst way possible. Yner might’ve been wary of me, but for sure he was hurt. ~*~ “Rise, my daughter. Soar the sky and embrace the wind using your wings of freedom,” someone uttered. His tears were falling while watching his daughter fall into the prison of fear and terror. They say monsters are the most dangerous when they are scared, and now, his daughter proved it. The daughter rose from the prison and let her monsters out to play.

She screams, and Vanya walks up to her and slaps her across her face. Now that they’re under the moonlight glow, I can see her face. She looks so young. At most sixteen. Her blue eyes are swollen and bloodshot, overflowing with tears. “You are alive because of me, you disgusting piece of shit! Tonight, you will conduct this ritual! Or you’ll die!” Vanya yells. “No, please. Doctor Kaziel saved my mum’s life. You can’t ask me to do this to him! I’d rather die!” The girl cries.

" You foolish girl. The only reason we still live here is because we cannot afford to go anywhere else. This woman is cursed. We cannot even take down her memorial. She came as an angel but turned out , she was the devil all along. A damned daughter or the daughter of the damned, whatever we call her, she will always be a monster. " A laughter filled their room. " Why are you teaching your child nonsense? She had more intelligence than you ignorant, lot. " The woman pulled whatever she could lay her hands on and started swinging at the invisible voice. " Get away from us? Stay away from my daughter. Why are you doing this to us? What do you want from our children? " She swung desperately as

Before her was not her mother and father, but the monster. It was crouched over me, staring down at her with its putrid face. And held high in its right hand was a dripping head: my mother's. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her mouth still open in a final, desperate gasp. "This is the present Mommy got for you," the monster said in my mother's voice, though my mother's lips did not move. Sophie's eyes went wide. She let out the most hopeless scream I have ever heard in my life.

Joan eyes widened in shock at the sight of what her daughter had become “Ha…Harley?” she called as she slowly tried to approach her, Harley charged out of the room and towards the kanima outside. She took over the fight, it was now her battling with the kanima as they both rolled around in the passage, and Harley was at full power. She pounced on the kanima with full strength and started clawing her neck with her talons, Joan looked into her eyes and her daughter wasn’t there but this monster. The kanima shrieked but Harley wasn’t bothered, it was like she was getting maximum satisfaction from the way the kanima bled

Would you finally be happy if I died? Everyone froze, stunned by my outburst, then quickly grew enraged. My mom dropped her pretense of kindness and snapped, "Carol Lowe, what are you doing? Are you trying to embarrass us?" My dad waved the housekeepers away before barking, "Shut up! You’re a Lowe, not some screaming lunatic!" Shane sneered coldly, silent but brimming with disdain. I trembled violently—my lips, my hands, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

She tries to grab the little girl's hand but a stranger hand held her. She turned to look at the owner of that strong grip, but her eyes were fixed on a monster, a female monster, she was standing there grinning maliciously at her She turned her eyes quickly from the monster only to see her father on the floor with his blood. "Father, hey, what did you do to my father?" She asked more in a whisper because her voice was betraying her, and her tears were flowing freely "What else? You don't need him, you don't need any of them."

Tears run down her cheeks. “You’re not a monster,” I say, stepping closer. “You’re my daughter. You’re mine.” She drops her hands. Her red eyes flicker. “Mom?” she says softly. I reach for her, But before I can touch her…Victor growls and throws a bolt of black magic at her. She screams and collapses. “NO!” I shout, running to her side…She’s breathing, but barely.

Mom tells me, and we hug again. “I will go to town today, find a dress for the moon ball. So I have it done.” I tell her. “You be safe, okay?” She always worries when I leave the pack. “I will, I promise,” I promise, I tell her before I leave the house. - My name is Ayla, and I am twenty years old. I live in the supernatural world with werewolves. My Dad, Thomas, is the Beta, the Alpha’s right hand, the second in command. My Mom was the same when Luna was still alive. Now she works together with the Gamma's mate and plans all the official events when the Alpha needs them to. William is their Son, and he is next in line, first Beta. He never liked me and always told me I didn’t belong here.

A tremor runs through her, and her entire body shook violently like she’s in pain. Then, she lets out a guttural scream and throws herself back against the cage walls, her hands clawing at her own skin as if she wanted to rip the monster out herself. “Mum!” I scream, wanting to stop her. My father grips my shoulders, forcing me away. “She’s hurting!” I croak, trying to reach for her but my father growls. “Stay back!” he grunts, yet his voice filled with pain. “She isn’t your mother anymore. She’s fighting it, but it’s only a matter of time before the hunger wins.” He says, his voice low as if it was going to break any moment.