Misunderstood Monsters Novels & Stories

Gideon speaks first, "Hello everyone! I'm so happy to see such a large turnout tonight. I want to tell you there are some things you will see tonight that some of you have only heard of. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and an open heart. We all share the same Earth, and we all live side by side. I want to introduce you to the couple that will guide you through the presentation tonight. They are amazing people who care about the Earth and its inhabitants, and they have spent the better part of their adult lives actively trying to make it better. Please allow me to introduce Damien and Abby Riggs." The building erupts in almost deafening applause, and the couple steps up to the microph

“All the dirt. All the details. They want the world to believe in second chances?” He smiled. “Let’s remind them what monsters look like.”

“You wouldn’t hurt one of us now, would you? One of the wolves or their mates?” Emma shook her head quickly. “Not in a million years. I know now more than I knew back when I was one of them. I understand that we are all connected. That we aren’t monsters or animals or any of the stupid stuff I used to think. The monsters are out there. They’re the ones that are doing this to us.”

I'm not sure," Clara said. However, I am aware that if we continue to battle, more people will perish. if we can't figure out how to live together." "Coexist with monsters." "Coexist with people who are different," Clara corrected. "Fear is what creates monsters. Understanding creates neighbors." Unconvinced but out of arguments, the man sat down. Hendricks moved to the front. "It will be put to a vote. Raise your hand if you agree with the council's plan to try to cooperate with the monsters. People raised their hands. Clara counted quickly. Maybe two-thirds of the room. Not everyone. But a majority.

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

I knew, she understood the whole situation. She understood that the root of the problem was not me. But her. She was the variable. She was the factor destroying all balance. So, she chose to destroy herself. Delete this variable.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

Still, after a long pause, he gave a low, measured, "Alright." "Wait—" I quickly backtracked, realizing the joke had gone too far. "That’s not what I meant. I meant… should we try being together?" Liam responded with another quiet, "I understand." I blinked. "You… don’t sound like you do." But regardless of whether he actually understood, something between us had shifted. Things felt different now. It seemed we became more intimate. In the end, he did buy that apartment near my office. Soon after, my desk was graced with the now-infamous pale pink lunchbox—the one Alec had ruthlessly mocked for its painfully cliché design.

“I know this is unbelievable. Trust me, I was just as surprised, learning about this part of me.” Seeing him look at himself in that manner, Rebecca eased up slightly around him, as she continued to hear him out. “I don’t care much about this half of me, so I’ll make it simple. Apparently, there is a world of monsters out there, parallel to this world. There supposedly are gates that connects the two worlds, but I don’t know or care where those gates are. Unlike how humans believe monsters are nothing more than fairy tales used to entertain or frighten children, monsters are well aware of the existence of humans and a world full of them. The only downside is that not everyone knew where the

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G