Jackson/holt Monster High Novels & Stories

Jackson exhales shakily, leaning forward just a little, one hand braced on the wall behind me. “You dragged me out of the way,” he whispers, voice rough. “Mira, you...” “I'm not losing you,” I say, and it comes out fiercer than I intended. Jackson's eyes soften not with pity or pain, but something deeper, something that looks a lot like love threaded with exhaustion. I take his hand. “Let's get you checked.” he nods, finally letting some of the adrenaline drain from him. We walk out together as security cleans the wreckage and guests slowly emerge from hiding, shaken but safe. The night ends with ambulance lights, police reports, scattered glass, and a world that now knows Damian Holt as the

It is impossible for me to feed all the monsters alone. The monsters are spawned as newborns, which means they cannot hunt for themselves. The problem can be solved, however. It's all about traps. In the same way, as the pigs fell into the nest, I could create traps and lay bait for the monsters, which would provide me and my army with food. However, all of that could wait. [21 hours] There is only a day left until the wave begins. It's finally time. [STATUS] Name: JIN Race:Demon of Sloth(Elite)

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.”

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

His eyes widened when a lot of monsters came towards them. "Don't be scared, Arkin. They are only D-ranked monsters. You can defeat them easily." Hector patted Arkin's head. Arkin nodded and position himself. He looked up and was amazed by their actions. Hector was extremely fast to throw his daggers to the monster's mouth. Zachary swung his sword and sliced the body of the monsters in half. Ezekiel targeted the tongue of the monsters and his arrows pierced through the tongue and jaw of the monster. Maximo used his swords as he sliced vertically the monsters' heads. Arkin can feel that they are controlling their strength.

He pointed at Inara who gasped like he slapped her soul. “A ‘whatever’?” Inara repeated softly. Abigail whispered, “Oh he’s dead.” I turned around, slow, calm, terrifyingly patient. “Say it again.” He rolled his eyes. “You heard me. Monster.” I smiled and it was not a cute or a polite smile, it was the kind of smile someone gives right before they flip the universe upside-down. He should have run if he had even half a brain cell functioning. “I’m really hungry,” I said, voice sugary-sweet. “So… shoo.”

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

said Leana. "so you're thinking she's a monster?" Fin asked while looking at Leana. Fin held my hand."She's a pure human. there's no trace of being a monster." Fin said and glared at Leana. "It's just a coincidence that her skin was peeled off. Don't you dare to think that Clementine is a monster." Fin said. "I didn't say she's a monster, did you hear anything?" Leana moaned. "It's as if you're implying she's a monster." Fin said.

Infact , the deep fissure that was enough to swallow Her and Ron whole was no where enough to even take a single hoove of that monster . " What in the world is that ?" said Chelsea with a deep breath , trying her best to not to freak out " Its horrible and What's this horrible stench coming in our direction " The closer the monster came to them , the closer it brought it stench of rotting meat with it . Soon the stench wafting over to their direction overcame her nostrils and Chelsea silently gagged . Gosh , when was the last time this monster took a bath ? " Its a minotauraus " said Malcolm unlike Ron and Chelsea he haven't covered his nose ; maybe being closer to the minotauraus for so lon

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.