Misunderstood Monsters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alex makes sure we are all comfortable before she begins “Okay, well when the two of you left, I was looking at the stuff we had read on the internet and I accidentally click on a random website called ‘monsters’ at first I was thinking, this is just going to be about random monsters from movies, but it wasn’t.” She pauses as though the next part of the story is absolutely horrifying, but with a little squeeze to her knee from Ash, she is able to keep going. “It said Ma Vista’s are not really known in the world today, but long ago they were known all over the world as ‘people with sight.’ Today they are starting to lose the battle against monsters. With more people dying every year you would

"That isn't your concern." Anger flared through the fear. "You kept me prisoner in a compound full of monsters and you think I don't deserve an explanation?" His jaw tightened. "We're not monsters." "You turn into giant wolves!" "That doesn't make us monsters." His voice went cold. "We're not the ones who hurt people for no reason. We're not the ones who destroy for pleasure. The rogues out there, they're monsters. We protect people from them." "By lying?" I shot back. "By keeping humans in the dark?"

Chapter 4 In the past, the army has a classification of monsters. Low-grade for the petty infected, medium for the monsters without intellectual knowledge, medium-high for those infected that can communicate and have a brain to plot things, high for those mutant and legendary monsters that only appear on the myths or legend, and lastly, the demons, they are highly intellectual being with so much greed. If you think that you’re facing some high-graded monster… run! There’s no one that can take that thing down! But the foolish kid that I’m holding keeps on banging my chest, fuck this is a delicate body! He’s saying ‘take that down! Take that down!’ I almost stumble when he grabbed my hair

My heart stuttered. Children. Scared of the dark. Whispering about monsters. And those monster were us. My mind flashed back to Spring River, the little ones dragged from their hiding place, their eyes wide and terrified. I’d convinced myself they weren’t human, that they were wolves, enemies, threats. But the way these two girls looked at me, the way they trembled, made me realize something I hadn’t wanted to face. To them, we were the monsters. My voice cracked when I spoke. “I won’t hurt you. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I’m the prisoner here.”

The very weakness of people. For a moment, she forgot everything. The world, the village, the Reapers, and her mother. Then it all suddenly came back to her like a ball of fire, hitting her hard in the chest. Her eyes started to blurr again and tears rose up to the surface. Her mother was now gone. The only person left in this world that loved her. She's all alone now in this cruel world, a world that is full of monsters. There's different kind of monsters that stepped in this land; there's the Reapers and there's the people. People are monsters too. People became monsters when they let themselves ruled by their negative emotions and selfish desires.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

I said with a shudder. "I will let you, but it's not my fault if your burns will ache after." Felix chuckled. He made me raise my eyebrows with that excuse, but I realized he was right. For a few minutes, there was silence between us. There felt peace deep inside my heart after hearing he didn't hate me and Felix didn't hate me. In that short pause, Felix broke the silence, "Are we good now?" "I-I guess so," I answered, still a bit unsure. However, I knew that answer was enough to end the misunderstandings, and soon those disappointments would pass.

Her face was pale, lips quivering. And suddenly, I remembered the first message carved into my arm. It hadn't said a monster; it had said monsters. Plural. If that was true… then we might be dealing with more than one creature. Even so, something about this didn't sit right. A subtle wrongness tugged at me… something I couldn't quite put into words.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“Or I’ll forget we’re even related.” “Then forget,” Zaiden snarled, dragging me closer. “I waited centuries for this. I’m not letting go.” Students were screaming now, phones out, whispers turned to a frenzy and cameras flashed. I stood in the middle, completely frozen as they growled at each other, both of them radiating enough power to collapse the damn ceiling. Mate. Mate. Two men... Two literal monsters claiming me like I was a prize in a twisted auction after Riven’s madness display a few minutes ago.