Daughter Of The Grim Reaper Monster High Novels & Stories

“Honey, I know it felt real to you, but trust me. It was only a nightmare. Tell me something, though. What did you mean when you said the scary monster was going to take you to Him? Who’s Him?” “The scary monster who is always in my dream, his name is Agremon. He keeps trying to take me to a man named Mr. Namirha. He wants me to become his daughter. But I’m already yours, Mama. I don’t want to be his. That’s kidnapping or stealing. Isn’t it? And last night, Agremon was really angry with me for fighting him. He grabbed me and was pulling me from my bed, but then you came in and pushed him away. You saved me, Mama!” Hannah cried out and grabbed her so fiercely she thought she’d cracked a coupl

A growl vibrated through the cabin. “I know she’s there, hand the child over now!” A gruff, menacing voice called out making my heartbeat with fear. “Never Aamon! She’s not Aeronwen!” My mother called out, as this stranger growled in growling anger. I heard grunts and shouts so I peeked out from under the bed. The door was ajar, and I could see this man. Aamon… he had my mother’s head between his hands, sharp fangs glistened as he hissed at her. My mother screamed before a loud snap rang out and her body crumpled to the ground. I screamed as I saw her lifeless eyes land on my own, pain, anger, grief washed over me as I looked at the monster. He smirked at me.

Mostly, lycanthropy is hereditary, but some horrible attacks have been known to bring it on. My mother barely survived when she was raped. Coming out of the hospital with the slashes all over her face and arms, her mother barely recognized her. When she didn’t turn on the first full moon, doctors were ecstatic. When she found out she was pregnant, they began to fear the worst again. I only got half the symptoms myself, and people say my dad was a pack leader. "Here you go, sugar," Sheila whispers, appearing from nowhere. Her perfume cuts my nostrils like a knife, and so does her human meaty smell.

" She jumped off the vanity and pulled my hand toward the door. "Every time I saw that version of you, I cried," Lyra said. "Because I knew that she-wolf wasn't my mom. My mom died at 29 years old, and her last words were 'Remember to drink the soup on the stove.'" She pushed the door open. Kael was just coming out of the study and froze when he saw me. His mouth fell open. "W-Why are you dressed like that?" Lyra cut in before I could answer. "Mom's taking me out for dinner. Dad, you can have something simple by yourself. We're going to the best restaurant in the territory."

I look at them both when Xena steps forward and lowers her head to me. “What about Mia?” My beast is pacing and growling, not liking this uncertainty. “She is the last daughter of the Dark Moon. Her father and grandmother are both dead.”

Charlotte is staring at her indifferently. “ Why did I do that you turned Yourself into a monster?" She asked weakly. “ Huh? Monster? Who are you to call me that when you are a daughter of monsters?" Shayne looks furious. “ How did my parents turn into a monster when they are dead?" “ That doesn't change anything. Does it? Before dying, they had done everything that they needed. Your father destroyed my father's life. Your mother forced my mother to kill herself to get to the hospital. What do you need more?"

Another snap, her other leg spurted blood. "Katharine!" I heard father scream in the distance. Then I heard the Valkyrie unsheathe their weapons. Before they could attack, I felt a syringe plunge into my arm. Daddy was here. The monster will be gone now. "I told you she wasn't ready!" He yelled as mother fell to the floor. The Valkyrie said nothing. How could they? They were here to judge the fight and see to it that neither one of us killed the other. Simple.

“Papa… what was Grandpa talking about? The… demon monster?” Her voice was a whisper, afraid to even say it too loudly. I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t. I was trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Trying to keep the crushing weight of guilt from spilling out. “He said… it was bad. Really bad. And scary,” She said, her voice quivering. I met her eyes. God. My daughter was scared of the very thing I am. “I don’t ever want to meet that monster, Papa,” she added, eyes now wet.

“A werewolf?” “Yeah. I’m Riley Monroe,” I said, keeping my tone steady even though I could already feel her attitude from a mile away. She rolled her eyes dramatically. The girl beside her, with short black hair, was a little more polite. She smiled. “So you must be the daughter of an Alpha, right? That’s the only way regular werewolves can get in.” “Um… not really. My dad’s just a farmer.” The polite smile vanished. Another girl groaned and muttered, “…You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“You’ve killed us all!” The door *split open.* A wind like nothing we’d ever felt howled from the depths ancient, angry, alive. And from within… a shape began to rise. Massive horned wreathed in smoke. But not monstrous. Not exactly. Its face beneath the smoke looked almost human and when it opened its eyes…They were mine. The monster’s voice echoed from the void *“I remember you… daughter.”* And I whispered, barely able to breathe “Father? A pulse of dark energy burst through the cavern. The platform shook violently.