Misunderstood Monsters Novels & Stories

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

I almost pitied him. Almost. People always ask how monsters are made. As if monsters are crafted in caves by thunder and curses. Nonsense. Monsters are made in cities. By hunger. By humiliation. By watching fools inherit what sharper men built. That city above me was once ruled by wolves. They wore strength like birthright. They hunted openly. They healed quickly. They took human admiration as if it were owed. And we humans? We traded. Served. Negotiated carefully. Smiled upward.

“I think they are probably made of the dark. They come in when you don’t pay attention. That’s when they arrive.” “Then what happens?” “And then they take you back to their … not burrow. What’s a word that’s like burrow?” “Den?” “No, it’s not a den.” “Lair?” The boy was silent for a moment. He squeezed Ed’s hand and stopped talking. Then, “Yes, that’s the word, lair.” “Okay, so these monsters take the people who don’t pay attention back to their lair. And then what do your monsters do? Do they suck all the blood out like vampires?”

★★★★★ (FEW MINUTES LATER) We've done shopping for phones and we're at a park that's attached to the mall, but unfortunately I haven't been able to ride on any fun ride because someone wouldn't let me -you know who. "Let's ride on the rollercoaster" I said excitedly. Wymond raised his head and stared at it, he squinted his eyes when he saw pups and some adults screaming in excitement as they go up and down. But I guess he misunderstood their screams, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back, then snaked his arm around my waist. "You're not going on that thing" he told me. "Huh?" "It's dangerous" he said. "Dangerous?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Bae, I'm a werewolf and this is far from dangero

They are just mortals, for goodness’ sake! “Monsters,” I heard Gertrude whispers with her trembling voice. Her hands were shaking, as she tightens her grip on Lace’s arm. And that is why we keep our identity for a long. Because that is what they always think of us. We are monsters for them. We’ll always be. “AUDRA!” Alaric’s voice roars that made her eyes turn back to its normal color. She is furious made by frustration in a helpless situation, but we all know that it wouldn’t help. He then turns his gaze upon Ulric who’s sitting down on the floor.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

If looks could kill, then Harriet would have already died. The Anderson couple stared at the interaction with the two, not knowing what to do. Miranda had an ugly expression on her face, while Mr Anderson felt thrilled in his heart. At least one of his daughters had caught Rael Morgan's attention. The company would excel if people knew how close his daughter was to the man. “Is there anything else?” Rael finally voiced out, making the trio shiver. The coldness was back once more. Mr Anderson shivered before pulling Miranda and Kylie.

The silence was heavy, humming with tension. I wondered what sort of chaos we’d left behind. Those…things that Blackstone had made in his labs weren’t wolves, and they weren’t human either. They would have no conscience about ripping everything in their path to shreds. But I would never make the idiotic and fatal mistake of underestimating Kade and Andrea. Something told me that the monsters were being torn apart like stuffed toys. A memory flashed—a sparring ground, the crack of my bones, the tear of my muscles.