Monster Anime Quotes Novels & Stories

Mune suddenly became quiet, like he was guilty of what the moon spirit said. "Face reality. Your fate has been made. Blame your ancestors for being resentful! Nine-tailed foxes like you are always born with a vengeance spirit who always wants to bark at your enemy no matter what the consequences are. You even tried to eat Hiro, Amaya! Why? Because it's your nature, for being such an ANIMAL!" the moon spirit said. Mune was shocked, but it didn't shake his trust in me. I don't know how to respond. Why does it hurt when she says we're animals?

You're a monster. That right there is the source of all my anger. She see's me as a monster. Fuck, yeah, I'm one. Punch. There are fucking monsters everywhere in the world. Punch. Punch. You've got to be a special type of monster to ride this world, or you become the prey. Punch. Punch. Punch. Fuck if I want to become one. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch My surroundings disappear as I mentally go back in time to my fighting days.

I hate how it doesn’t sound like a joke. Because that’s the problem with monsters— Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly. And they use it to their advantage. I don't even know why I'm not screaming and crashing tf out right now.

“You’re a pretty cool dude, aren’t you?” Who’s cool?. Me?. Because I almost died?. I know I’m staring at her like she’s lost her mind, but I can’t help it. How does her thought process work?. I would even prefer it if she were to mock me. It would make more sense than actually praising me. Even Misa is arguing with her about my actions, probably trying to feed her some common sense. “Don’t try to make sense of it…”. Miyamura whispers down at me, while we both watch the best friends argue. “Amane has always had a few loose screws”.

R-“I did nothing, your sweetie is mad at me” A-“He’s lying mom, this idiot challenged others to watch a Horror movie and end up screaming like a banshee” R-“Haww, liar liar pants on fire, even you screamed like a banshee, don’t forget it’s you who shouted at top of your voice” A-“You, idiot, monkey, donkey” Everyone nodded their head in disbelief listening to their reason G-“Okay everyone, AniRu stop fighting now, it’s late let’s go have dinner”

"Whether I live or die doesn’t matter anymore!” Monster said, "I know that you have a deep-seated hatred for Doomsday. Your face will no doubt cause an uproar in Doomsday, so before you leave, I will ask someone to make modifications to your face—" “Okay."

Every inquiry with my eyes was met with their perfunctory answers: "You need to rest now, don't think too much." "When your body recovers, you will know everything." Kael did not appear once. No one mentioned what happened at that ritual. A few days passed. My body improved somewhat, and I could barely make a hoarse, weak sound. While my mother was wiping my face, I used all my strength to squeeze out a few words: "Where... is Kael?" My mother's hand trembled, and the towel almost fell to the floor.

He was bending down in front of me, his face only inches away from my own. “One tear, one lash” I yelled back, trying my best to keep my voice sounding strong. Even though all I wanted was to cry. “Again!” he roared, his hot breath bashed against my face as he screamed, “One tear, one lash” I screamed back loudly. “What are you?” he demanded, “A monster” “What are you?” “A monster!” “And what do monsters not do?” “Monsters don’t cry” I yelled as loud as I could. “And why don’t monsters cry? Tell me beast, what’s the rule?”

"Next, you need to start thinking about why you are attacking humans. Why did you choose us as your targets?" This question seemed to confuse it. The monster hesitated, unsure whether it should answer. I got the impression that they didn't know the reason either. "Maybe you want to eat me because I am tasty." I said this jokingly. The monster shook its head. "No one else has ever talked to you like this, right? Have you eaten anyone other than me yet? What do you think about eating someone who speaks to you normally without using those weird sounds you make?" The monster turned away from me, looking down at the ground.

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.