M Is For Monster Novels & Stories

I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I 'll be your lighthouse, I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters, I'll stand out so brave and chase them all away He finishes strumming his guitar, and now he's looking directly into my eyes. I don't know if it is because of his power or not, but I feel my whole system is calming down whenever I am with him, even though he also betrays me.

A perfect combination of doom if you ask me. I should be hiding under my bed, that’s what a genius would have done. That’s what Aunt Tilda always taught us. ‘Whatever they tell you about monsters is complete and utter lies. A monster will do evil and survive. A monster won’t perish just because the Goddess loves good people and she protects them from evil. Being good won’t kill the monster so next time you see one, you hear one, what do you do? That’s right, little ones, you hide. Hide!’

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.

He was completely immersed in the relief of solving his problem tomorrow. He was in a great mood. He cooked a table full of my favorite dishes and even opened a bottle of vintage wine. That night, Kael held me tightly as he slept. In his sleep, he called my name, sounding so deeply in love, as if I were his only one. Early the next morning, just as the sky was turning gray, Kael and I arrived at the Moon Goddess Altar. Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy.

The moment my mother stepped out of the courtroom, she was taken straight to a hospital. Panic flashed across her face. "What are you doing?" The doctor didn't answer. He calmly injected anesthesia, then pulled out a chip. "Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off."

They were turning a bright, impossible blue. If Maya is the only person who can stop the monsters from changing, what will she have to give up to save the world?

Look at all this creepy weird looking creatures" "Breath uwana breath all of this is fake. There is no such things as ghost, no such things as vampires or werewolves ... No such things, so just breath and let's enjoy this. " "Okay okay no such things phew. Well in that case let sit up front so we can get a good view." "That's the spirit 'Mavis Dracula'" "Right back at you Rebelle or should I say brave"

"what!!!You.....How can you stay with me. I am a human and your are a mummy a ghost!!" She blurted out in anger as she couldn't hold off to her misfortune. He became furious by hearing the word ''Mummy''.So he gave her a death stare .It made her to shiver ,so she changed the "Mummy "word. "I mean tut .Can I call you tut?"Her forhead was sweating and she had been panicking.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.