I Am A Monster Novels & Stories

"He is with his pack members, discussing about the humans who are walking through our streets and not minding their business." "What do you mean by that?" Rori asked. To her, someone not minding his or her business did not involve someone using his or her freedom of movement to a full extent. "Everywhere in the world is in chaos. Everyone is turning into something. Children are getting mad because of stupid video games. The streets are not safe," Sandra lamented.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

It’s time to face the future and stop trying to make sense of a past that doesn’t make sense. I walk into the small bathroom and close the door behind me. It’s cooler in here. There doesn’t seem to be central heating. I shudder, sit on the edge of the tub, and turn the tap, not sure how much hot water I’ll get but letting it fill up the tub as I glance at my reflection. I look a wreck. Hell, I am a wreck.

Alessio rasped against his lips. Noa’s breath hitched. “I’m” “Say it.” “I’m fuck I’m yours.” “That’s all I care about.” His hands slid under Noa’s shirt, pressing against the bruises, the stitches, like he needed to own every broken piece before the world tore them apart. Noa’s gasp cracked in his throat. “We’re monsters.” “Then let’s be monsters together.” They devoured each other, tearing at buttons, dragging desperate moans from each other’s mouths, clawing past the blood and the lies, needing something real.

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.

“You know what’s funny, Lucien? She never even screamed your name. Not once. But now? She moans for me. Loud enough for you to hear, if you’d stop drowning in whiskey. — X” The room went deadly silent. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared at the words. The glass in my hand shattered. My jaw locked so tight it felt like my teeth would crack. No one touches her. No one. And no one says her name like that. I stood, fury igniting every nerve in my body. They wanted a monster? I’ll give them one. “Gear up,” I barked into the phone. “We move now. I want every f*cking entrance covered.”

The trust, the fragile bond of shared vengeance, was shattered. "I am a monster," Dante's voice was a low, chilling whisper, filled with a terrible self-loathing. "I am the monster you made me, and I am the monster I will always be. But I am not a monster who would hurt a child. I am not a monster who would turn a child into a pawn. I am a monster who would protect his child, his heir, his legacy, with his very life."

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

She let out a gasp and bit her lower lips from speaking. I smile at her, quivering. I bend down to make eye contact with her. "You said I'm a monster. Look who's talking?" I turn my back to her again. "Another thing, monsters are not born but made. Eva and the Order made me who I am because of hatred. And I'm going at them like motherfucking Godzilla and trample you all back to where you belong - back to pits of hell." I declare. "Take her away." April starts screaming. "You will regret messing with me! Saint Eva will come looking for me and kill you! Let me go!"