How To Become A Monster Mga Nobela at Kwento

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

“I think it’s something more. Something worse.” Kristen didn’t move. She let the silence linger before speaking. “What if it’s about control?” she whispered. “What if he doesn’t just want to destroy you… but everything you’ve built? Every person. Every inch of power. What if he wants to replace you completely?” Carlo didn’t answer. He sat there, staring into the monitors as if Marcus would show up if he turned. After a long pause, Carlo stood up. “We need to take the fight to him.”

Even when she was covered in bruises and blood, she refused to admit defeat. "It's okay, Mom. Theo's just in a bad mood. He's usually good to me. Besides, he's meant for big things. Everything will be fine once he becomes the richest man around. When he's rich, I'll have cars and jewelry. We'll be the ideal couple on TV, accepting interviews and all." She was lost in her own fantasy, oblivious to the real story of how Theo had risen from a simple villager to a respected tycoon. Her words were merely a way to calm the anxiety gnawing at her.

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

I already decided to stay like nobody in Transylvania Academy and take my classes diligently to be the monster she is required to be. Determined with her resolve, Cent manifested into her natural form when she finally chose the furthermost part of the seat, which was almost empty. Perhaps supernatural beings are suckers for lessons? Shrugging as she took the seat, Cent placed her things on her dark-colored desk. Like always, she would be taking notes to get her goal. At Julliard, she took her notes diligently for her scholarship. Now, she would take notes for her training to be a monster. Whatever that means.

I said, completely confused. “Voidhollows don’t attack continuously like that, unless they are drawn to you. Bloodline, power. You have that, I guess.” He told me. “I didn’t ask to be a monster magnet,” I muttered, rubbing my hands on my hoodie. Auren stepped closer, his presence was oddly comforting. Not like Lucian’s predatory one or Kael’s tensed one. Just calm and steady. “There is nothing bad about it. If you keep attracting them, it may be for a great cause. You just have to learn how to harness that power within you.”

Slowly, I nodded. She walked toward me and lifted a hand to my face. "Monsters don't have morals. They do what they do for sport. You killed four of them. You're nothing like them, Arte. But I will warn you - The tide could change at any time. If you let our darkness consume you, you can become a monster." She was right. After all, everyone was capable of becoming a monster. A door appeared suddenly, almost making me jump. I debated whether I should stay or not, but if I stayed, I wouldn't be able to get Lillian the help she needed. We'd both die here.

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

"Freya. I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. You need to fight this. Fight her. Don't let the wolf take over completely." Fight. Yes. Fight. But how? How do I fight something that's part of me? How do I control something I don't understand? I stumble away from him. Put distance between us. My body feels wrong. Proportions off. Arms too long. Legs bent at angles that shouldn't be possible. Claws where fingers should be. Fangs in a mouth that's still mostly human. A monster. I've become a monster. Another growl rips from my throat. Not directed at anyone. Just frustration. Pain. Fear. Everything I can't express in words anymore.