Misunderstood Monsters Novels & Stories

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.

I had been blind to his and fears insecurities; or better still, I turned a books eye to the truth about who he really was. He was a monsters, and monsters hunt for blood. Monsters never change. You can take the pig out of the mire, but you can't take the mire out of the pig. One day, it'd return to the more, and Gustav had returned unapologetically to his mire.

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

But contrary to the fact, the monster ignored the signals that were sent on their bodies, continuing to launch attacks at him with increasingly wild and difficult movements to control. Compared to all the monsters in the data created by him and Stephen, this monster could be said to be categorised as a level S monster. The question in his mind was, what did that monster as well as Schneider's subordinates do in Laurent's territory? Was that damn immortal werewolf trying to give the two of them a warning not to mess with that guy? As a threat that they both want to join the group of idealistic dreamers who still did not realise yet that his simple desire has damaged all social structures and

“That’s why you need to go talk to her. Guys, come on. Have we learned nothing? How many times have we assumed monsters are going to try and kill us, only to find out they’re more scared of us than we are of them?” “Twice,” said Maurice with great certainty. “Yes, exactly. And this could be number three. They’re just like us, when you get past the superficial stuff.” Claire and Maurice looked at the Ogre Magi again, a giant hulk made to look even bigger by the small, desperate figure of Flossie cowering beneath it. “Sometimes a monster is a monster,” said Claire. “They laugh, they cry, they eat rabbits and shit out bunnicorns. Same as us. Well, similar. Approach with respect, as equals — no

Still, I felt the ghost of one. I lowered my eyes before Damien could see the hatred gathering there. “Everyone fears Thorncrest wolves,” I said. A flicker of amusement touched his mouth. “Everyone fears what they do not understand.” No, I thought. Sometimes people understand monsters perfectly. They fear them because they are right. I let my gaze lift just enough to meet his. “Then help me understand.” That pleased him.

“Do you believe that there may be monsters walking amongst us?” In the past, I told Miles everything except for the circumstances that led me down this path. I never opened up to him about the marks on my brother's body or my suspicions that monsters may actually exist and they stayed hidden from the rest of us in the underworld. “Monsters,” Miles repeats, frowning. “You mean like the ones in movies?” “Something like that,” I admit, wondering if I should just stay quiet. “I’ve never really thought about it.” He admits. “Personally, I think that humans are monsters. They’re monsters that can kill, steal, and destroy others without blinking an eye.”

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

I wanted to say I was sorry. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started laughing instead. My laughter was sharp and grating, like nails dragging across a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. The pain overwhelmed me, and everything went black. The memory cut off. The comments exploded. [He's already this vicious at seven. If he's not born bad, then what is he?] [Just get rid of him already. People like this are nothing but trouble.] [Being a single mom is already hard enough, and she ends up with a kid like this. Even I feel bad watching it.]

These words of the anonymous text she had received echoed through her mind, she had wondered and pondered, watching the man who was termed a monster be sweet and respectful all night. If he was a monster, he wouldn't have all these people around him. If he was a monster, he wouldn't have saved me. He was a man and not a monster, monsters do not take care of you and rescue you from the shackles of your family. They do not smile at you sweetly and make sure you are alright. These were are thoughts as she pondered over the words, and in these moments, she found a similarity between her and Xander. They were both misunderstood.