Daughter Of The Grim Reaper Monster High Novels & Stories

he sighs sadly. "Never, our child will not be mates with a soul eater," I growled and yelled for Stormy. I saw Marcel frown and shrugged my shoulders at him. The years flew by quickly. I told her constantly to avoid Marcel, telling her he was truly a monster and ate souls. Anyone with children knows that they don't listen when it involves matters of the heart. Our daughter turned 18 and grew to become a very powerful and beautiful female. Stormy pov Mated to the soul eater

I shrieked in horror as she fell to the ground. "Amora!" My father rushed to my mother's side as he glared at everyone before releasing an energy that burnt everyone there. "You can't die on me, Amora. Don't leave me. Our daughter, my daughter -" my dad looked at my lifeless infant body with painful eyes as beads of golden tears rolled down his cheeks. "Dad, I am alive! Dad! Look at me! Don't bury me!" I kept shouting, but no matter what I said, no one heard me.

I interrupted, my voice sharpening, "there is enough to show your husband summoned a monster and unleashed it on the world. That creature has tasted human flesh again. Now there are sightings everywhere. Open ground, nighttime, it keeps appearing. What about that?" She clenched her fists and rubbed the back of her neck, avoiding our eyes. "There is no proof he summoned it," she replied quietly. "The monster came on its own, just like the first time. Just like when it took my daughter. You said it tasted human flesh." She stopped speaking and closed her eyes. "The monster tasted human flesh," she repeated under her breath. Even my fists clenched when she mentioned Gina. I looked away, blinkin

I was going to find him, even if the search burned the entire world to the ground. The game had changed. I wasn't just Elena Vance anymore. I was the daughter of the monster, and I was coming for the legacy he left behind.

If only she could bear a child, they shouldn’t have adopted an entity that’s inhabited by a monster. She looked up when Zheira murmured something. Her hands were clenched as she wiped the blood off her mouth. Melinda put her hands on her mouth, stopping the urge to vomit. Her husband’s blood was dripping out of her daughter’s mouth. Such a gruesome sight to behold. She knew better, though. Her daughter was sweet, kind, and caring; unlike this brutal and formidable monster. She shook her head, trying to remove the image out of her mind, but it seemed to be glued in her cell. Her tears started racing.

The slap came so suddenly that my entire body jerked violently at the sound of it. “Mom!” Xavier’s scream tore through the room as he ran to her, collapsing beside her body. His hands shook violently as he grabbed her shoulders, desperate, refusing to accept what lay before him. I moved slower, my legs heavy, my heartbeat pounding so hard it hurt. By the time I reached them, blood had already spread across the floorboards beneath her like a crimson shadow.

The monster looks thoughtfully for a very long time before it nods. “Okay Ma Vista, I will believe you for now, but if this proves to be false I will kill him. I will wait to see if a new Ma Vista is born until I decide how I should end him.” My father just smiles sadly and hangs his head. As soon as his eyes close shut, the monster pounces before I know it blood is staining the carpet and my mother is screaming at the invisible monster that now has gone after her and my sister. By the time the monster has had his fun, blood covers everything.

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I headed back to the waiting area to inform her father. “I’m so sorry, but your daughter has passed.” I told him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Is there anything you can think of that could have caused her to escalate so quickly? Any allergies, disorders? Anything?” “It was that – that thing.” He sobbed. “We came in after the accident just to be sure, she was fine until that monster bit her.” I caught Lucas’s eye as the man continued to lay accusations against Osiris. The wolves in the waiting room were slowly voicing their agreement with his assessment. Not all of them were Dark Moon pack, there would be no way for Lucas to get control of them a

"Fuck that. I aim to give the two of you all the punishment I owe your dad. He's dead, so you get to take the brunt of my ange..." She's cut off in her tyraid, a smile on her face as the monster slices her neck. The monster looks a bit confused at her smile. This woman is crazy enough to make the monster look confused. He needs to die, but why did he take our mother out? "She is fucking annoying, isn't she?" I just swallow hard as I let him continue talking into the walkie, "Well, she was, anyway." He looks down at her body as she lays there with a smile on her face and her neck nearly sliced off. "As I was saying, I want to make a deal."