Magick And Monsters Novels & Stories

What a monster. ************

"I've been sleeping with the Alpha for a while now, and I just found out I'm pregnant. But his Luna is knocked up too, and she's months ahead of me. I hate the idea of him having a pup with someone else. I want to carry his firstborn. How can I make him force his mate to get rid of it?" The comments section was flooded with curses and insults calling the poster a home-wrecker. But the original poster had liked one particularly vicious comment. "That's easy. Tell the Alpha that his Luna is too weak and that she is carrying an abomination corrupted by wolfsbane. Tell him it will be a stillborn anyway." I usually just lurked in these threads, but my wolf, Selene, growled within me. My fingers f

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

Dad said. I nodded at him. Monsters roared again, erasing the distance between us, they were inching closer to us and I could smell the stench of the dark arts on their body. “Forbidden Magic,” Dad muttered under his breath. “What is this?” I asked, trying to channel my power against these monsters.

_________ Warg" It is so dark I can see anything, I feel that I have a lot of bruises, but still nothing is missing from my body. I feel my hands and legs and even my feet. I can feel everything, So it means the monster eats me. Haha, wrong move, If you think that you could snatch a soul now You're wrong, I said within, and when I lifted my hand And I made a huge magma I instantly threw it into the place. Fireworks that was what it looked like. I made a lot of it and I continuously throw it everywhere. The place was screaming hot, but because of my power I got used to it and I feel like I'm part of it because it was a liquid hot like magma. Just only a minute and I will hear the growling o

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

The night did not fall so much as it was consumed. By midnight, the sky above the fortress had been bleached of starlight, replaced by the sickly, rhythmic pulsing of violet and jagged crimson light. The witches had arrived not with an army of steel, but with a chorus of dissonance that made the very air turn brittle.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

"It’s in the walls of this house. And I’m the only one who knows the sequence." I looked at Dominic and Killian. "Kill him," I commanded. "Kill him, and maybe I’ll let one of you live long enough to see your child." The shift in the room was instantaneous. The two monsters didn't hesitate. They didn't argue. They turned on Miller with a synchronized brutality that was beautiful and horrifying to behold. As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]