Mad Father Burn Monster Novels & Stories

“Please. No one will ever want that with you, not while you’re my daughter. Don’t you know vampires are seen as monsters? Who would want a monster as a wife… or a mother?” The words hit their mark, not because I believed them, but because some hidden part of me feared he was right. My body trembled with rage, my father’s truest self standing before me, stabbing at every wound he’d ever given me. And it hurt worse this time because I had begun to believe I could have the life I wanted… with who I wanted. His words were the cruel reminder that blood, my blood, was a prison. “Is that all you’ve got? Because trust me, it doesn’t cut as deep as it used to, Lord Darian,” I said, my voice like fros

“No! It was your choice to be a monster! You were too insecure of my mom! She never cared about you. She never competed against you! You’re the only one making things worst!” “YES! SHE NEVER CARED ABOUT ME AND THAT PISSES ME OFF! She never cared about me because she thinks that someone mighty like her shouldn’t be wasting time with someone like me! She turned me into a monster!” “Fine, you are a monster. Blame my mom or anyone but you are still a monster! And I am destined to end a monster like you!” Madison’s sharp claws appeared as she strikes Mallory. She scratches Mallory’s face and it left three huge scratch marks. “The scratch from a werewolf’s claws... the only thing that immortal pow

My eyes widened, and my legs almost crumbled on the floor. “That bastard Damien Blackwood killed my mother. He took my childhood away from me and ruined my life. So I'm going to ruin his life as well, and not even you can stop me.” Cole vowed, and I turned back at me. Our eyes met, and tears were pouring out of his eyes.

Right after Omar smiled at his mom, a brilliant, harsh golden fiery light greeted his eyes. Amy calmly turned around, and she clutched her son when she saw an enormous sea of fire rising through the armored truck’s floor. Amy and Omar never heard a loud boom when the bomb detonated, but they saw the fire rolling toward them. The fire rose into the air in slow motion. Amy walked through a sea of flames, allowing it to engulf her and her son.

He stood up almost immediately after landing, snarling as he wiggled his body. I glance at my father to see his head bent with two fingers placed beside his forehead; he’s trying to break into his mind. I don’t believe this creature has a mind. Fire emanated from my mother’s hand consuming the horrifying creature as it burns through it thick skin. The other two summoned two sharp spears from nowhere throwing it at the monster.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Ice daggers floated and shoot towards the monster in few seconds, but when it was about to be hit, the monster jumped agilely, laughing crazily as if mocking them. Jerald pushed his glasses, whispering. “...Attack her!” Two stone giants appeared out of the mud, holding the monster's limbs, detaining the monster. “Ken, do it now! They can only hold her for 5 seconds!” Ken created the largest fireball he could ever create and didn't hesitate to throw it towards the monster. As everyone were about to breath a sigh of relief, they saw the monster survive the fire, with half of its body burnt. Though the monster wasn't affected that much, it seems that it was now very pissed, looking angrily at t

She didn't control but it knew the target was the monster. "Bake it, Worn." Maybe it's too startling; perhaps it's so amazing at what Hana does that it forgets to avoid it. It may also not want to be avoided, so the blue flame wraps its body. The sound of the smurf came out, and the strong smell of burning spread out. When the monster found out what mattered it roared angrily no matter how the fire was clinging to it. Once again, the ground cracked, the rock fell from above, and the loud bang sound of heavy objects echoed in a row. The wall appears to have small cracks. The footless man shouted, "Yahhh, yah. Get out; I can get out."

SHANE KINCAID ‘Take a good look in the mirror, son. Look at those eyes, bask in the darkness they hold, be the darkness and embrace what you are. A monster in the making. You killed your mother today, tomorrow it’ll be your mate. Better yet, your brothers’ A monster. Being called a monster by my own father hurt when I was a ten-year-old pup. Nineteen years later and I wore the word ‘monster’ like a brand on my forehead.

Rain stung my face, blurring everything, but I kept going, driven by fury and terror. "Mommy!" Jace wailed, his voice cutting through the chaos, his little face soaked with tears and twisted in fear. “Your mommy ain’t rescuing you, brat!” the monster mocked, picking up speed, its unnatural gait devouring the distance. “You’ll never lay eyes on her again!”