Grim Reaper Monster High Novels & Stories

Reaper found me standing there. "What's that?" he asked. "Gift from Vera. For Grace. To help with nightmares." "Are you going to give it to her?" "I don't know. It's from person who tortured her. Who consumed her. Who—who gave her the nightmares in the first place. Is that—is that healing? Or is that letting monster too close?" "That's question only you can answer," Reaper said. "But Eva—Vera is trying. Really trying. And maybe—maybe part of healing is accepting that people can change. That monsters can become—become something else. Something better."

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Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

I said, stumbling backwards. "It's already viral," Sarah said, face flushed. "They even made a meme out of you falling down the stairs with fake moaning." Then... That's when I heard it, the laugh, Laureen. "Well, well," she said behind us. "If it isn’t Dashling High’s newest p**n star." Sarah stiffened. "Walk away." But she didn't, she stepped closer. "Tell me, Elsa, was it worth it? Throwing yourself at Jace like some desperate little pick-me?"

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.