Frankenstein Poetry Novels & Stories

Compare it to tamed animals now free from humanity's illusion, like as if we were new to each other’s arms As I stand here on the boat, saving our lives, paddling our bodies to safety, scorching the winds of foolishness, I can catch the breath you breathe upon my ear where there were words that lacked superiority and sense. I can feel the glimpse and soft moves of your fingers to my arms, these touches similar to a cold, an unmoved corpse. I can feel your eyelids close to mine, as if it was swaying like the tides of the morning sea. I can feel a beat and a call for air to wish for more flame, but you kept turning the knob. But it never stopped blazing in the forest of interventions and river

He couldn’t recall the exact details, but the chronicler mentioned the Alchedras had created some kind of poison … dangerous for the dragons … Raeherys groaned, trying to remember what it was. Out of curiosity, one of them stepped near into the red waterfalls and moved his fingers closer to touch it. “Wait, get away from the waters!” Raeherys yelled, but it’s too late. As a drop of the red liquid touched the man’s finger, it reacted—slowly decaying, corroding, and burning his flesh into ashes. The man screamed in agony, stepping back as the corrosion spread through his other fingers, then to this entire hand.

"Let's read poetry this evening. The words are so hauntingly beautiful and you will make them just sing off of the page. Here try this." Anders let his eyes wander across the page and read the words to himself, but then the cloaked figure said to him, "Outloud, Anders. I want to hear you read the beautiful words outloud." He read each word with clarity, thinking 'This is such a haunting poem.' "Wind and willow, come take me back to where the worlds meet, and bring me fractured to the sea, let my soul carry me to places and shores where my eyes will never see.

He started explaining the basics of poetry, starting with, “Poetry is another form of expressing love, more like expressing your emotion.” Alexander rolled his eyes at the mention of love, while Becca and Lucas intently listened to every detail uttered by Mr. Risorito. This is going to be a long day, Alexander thought to himself and looked blankly at the teacher. He couldn’t believe the things he was doing just for a potion. He joined a university that too in the human world. He had completed his university studies in the vampire world already, so it was pointless for him to study the same material again with humans. He always made fun of Vanessa for being so attached to the humans, but now

The first enemies, when they come in contact with it are immediately disintegrated. “EXPLOSION!” My body does not exist anymore, it is just dark matter. All the werewolves and vampires are eliminated one by one, but in the distance, I see Frank trying to escape. “Frank! You can’t escape from me!” I take to the sky and start chasing him, the time of his death has come. I envelop Frank, completely, until my eyes lock into his. “You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!”

For one breath, blood and light spoke the same language. The Hall, suspicious of poetry, tried not to notice. We noticed. And the noticing will cost us.

Her grip tightened, her hand clenching my jaw with an unyielding force that sent sharp discomfort through me. Fear welled up within me, manifesting in the hurried words that tumbled out, "Yes, yes, I am." A sinister satisfaction colored her features as she released her firm hold on my face, a malevolent smile unfurling across her lips. "Good," she purred, her demeanor shifting once more, a calculated switch that left me unnerved and uncertain. And then, with an inexplicable yet hauntingly melodic cadence, she began to recite a poem that defied all logic and reason:

Byron: Every time the darkness closed in, I would lose consciousness again. Then the burning would begin all over. After that, all I could do was sleep, but even in my sleep, nightmares haunted me. They were nightmares that were terrifying, but also painfully cruel. In those nightmares, I would see Madeline, but I could never reach her. Fire burned all around me. Strange cracks spread across my body and the ground beneath my feet, just like the ones on my neck. Lava continuously filled those cracks, making my body heat up even more.

“OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND START TO RAMPAGE.” “THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.” “BLOOD CONTAMINATES THE WATER.” “DESPERATION WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND.” “THE HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTRUCTION YER.” “UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS’ BIN.” “DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS.” “AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.”