How To Become A Monster Novels & Stories

he added, his voice lowering, “you won’t just be dangerous… you’ll become a monster. Worse than the ones who kill without reason.” ‎ ‎Fear crept into my bones, cold and suffocating. ‎ ‎A monster. ‎ ‎I shook my head quickly, panic rising. “No… I don’t want that,” I said, my voice breaking. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want people to see me as a threat.” ‎My hands clenched tightly into fists. ‎ ‎“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’m so scared of what will happen to me.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

The tears kept falling, but I didn’t let anyone see me break completely. Never! Because if there was one thing my childhood taught me, it was this: never let them see you break. Become the monster. And right now, my monster was hungrier than ever. It crave to ruin him ---

"He can wait. He's good at waiting. And while he waits, I'm living. Creating. Building something he can never touch." "And when he finally does contact you?" I asked. "Then I'll handle it. Document it. Expose him if necessary. But Mom?" She smiled. "I'm not afraid anymore. Not of him. Not of what he represents. Because he taught me something important—monsters are most dangerous when you're afraid to look at them directly." "And when you look directly?" "You see they're just broken people pretending to be powerful. And broken people can't break you unless you let them."

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

“You mean my magic?” “I mean whatever it’s turning you into.” His voice cracked on the last word, so quiet it almost didn’t reach me. I looked down at my hands, faint traces of silver light still pulsing under the skin. “You think I’m becoming a monster.” “No,” he said quickly, then softer, “I think you’re becoming something I don’t understand. And that terrifies me.” I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Then learn me, Damon. Don’t run from what I am. Help me control it before it controls both of us.”

Once the tap was turned on, there was no stopping it, so Lilith got up and joined them. Her eyes were a little red, but she tried to act firm and showed a smug look. "I'll join Crimson Rhapsody, they need someone to train as a berserker and they have taste, so I'll be sure to become the scariest monster in the world." She leaned on Dora. "I'm warning you, enjoy while you're stronger than me because once I'm the strongest monster, I'll come and kick your ass and we're off on another adventure."

] [ Ranking used to classify each type of monsters starting from the first and top rank {Apocalyptic grade (S)} going down to {Catastrophe grade (A)}, to {Disaster grade (B)}, {Calamity grade (C)}, {Savage grade (D)} down to the lowest rank {Common grade (E)}; Unique grade (U) is a special grade for monsters who are said to be different than most of the monsters. -- If I stay any longer, I’ll have a high chance of meeting native monsters of this island, so I probably need to go back now. I don’t want to get killed by a monster this early in my new life. In any case, can I even take down a monster? I’ll look more into it tomorrow, heading back is what matters now. Wait, how do I even open up