Ever After High: Monster High Crossover Novels & Stories

That face, those eyes, that feeling. I didn't dare to watch Kael and the girl kissing intimately under the moonlight any longer. I fled back home almost in a panic. Back home, I sat on the cold floor, unable to calm down for a long time. That girl's face flashed before my eyes repeatedly, like a ghost. It made me realize that this matter was far more terrifying and bizarre than I had imagined. My hands trembling, I took out my phone and sent emergency messages to several people. Half an hour later, my parents, Kael's mother Elara, and Kael's sister Rachel all rushed to my residence.

That’s why I could tease him like this and I could move in front of him without any pretension. “Yah!” Mirajane walked towards us and pinched my ears. “Do you want to trigger Heiji’s fans club this time?” I grunted when she pulled me by the ear. “Aww!” “You silly girl! You know that Heiji is almost as popular as Ibarra! Why would you do that?!” “Sorry!” I removed her hand that was holding my ear and ran towards Hera. “Save me!” Hera laughed. “It’s really good to have you back, muse.”

"The Alpha squandered every last coin in the pack's treasury on gold and jewels just to see his Luna smile. The pack starved. It crumbled. And in the end, a coalition of neighboring packs crushed them." "The surviving members blamed their Alpha and Luna for everything. They bound them to the altar, burned them alive, and cast a curse — that one day, the two would return to this land and pay for their sins in blood." When the story ended, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. The dream from that night flooded back — vivid, undeniable. The Witch shook her head with a weary sigh. "This isn't a natural disaster or an enemy's doing. It's a curse."

She said so I frowned. "The entire Vampire High student will be divided into groups. Whichever race you are, you will be there. All Pure Vampires will come together, all Half Vampires and Half witches will come together. If they come together the races will be paired and separated from the others. "she says. "Why?" I asked. "Because there will be a Game as a celebration of the 29768th year of Vampire high. So you are lucky because you can participate in that game." She said.

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

My lips were stained red, and resentment dripped from every step of my silver stilettos as I entered the Founders Ball like a ghost re-entering the ruins of her own grave. Eyes moved to me, fast and sharp, whispers and thoughts loud in my ear as I passed… “That’s her. The exile.” “She ran off to live with the humans. Shameful.” “She should’ve been stripped of the Morvain name.” “And now she comes back, like nothing happened?” I glared at everyone who dared to look at me. I made sure they realized I could hear them. Some cowered in fear. Others barely flinched. I walked further into the party, my eyes taking in the guests. Vampires, witches, fae... and werewolves?

My mind raced as I heard screams. Because beneath all the chaos, I heard something else — a gut-wrenching scream. The kind that didn’t belong to any mage, sage, or even human. Not a student. Not a teacher. Something distant, something familiar, echoing through the crack in the sky itself. And then… the burn mark on my chest began to pulse, an itchy sensation spread slowly across my chest, the mark glowed a bright red, before it surged, golden and bright, a scorching heat that ignited beneath my skin. My breath caught. Pain sliced through my chest, a searing, piercing agony that left me gasping for breath. I stumbled, clutching at the fabric over my heart, but the mark’s glow intensified,

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

There's no fear in him, and it's like provoking her more. Her breath becomes heavier, and soon enough, a shill holder dominates the whole realm. All village, all kingdoms, heard her cry of agony. Audra looks at Donovan once again, before they all disappear in a heavy mist of ice and fire. "In this realm, we are the so-called monsters. But now, I pity you, for the real one has just been awakened."