Monster Blood For Breakfast Novels & Stories

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

Blood gushed from the wound. "I should have given a more difficult test than this," complained Mammon, still wearing the Barend look. Blood dripped from between his lips, soaking his chin to his neck. He coughed a few times, causing blood to drip from his mouth. However, there was no trace of pain on the man's face. "Hard or not, I can definitely get through it." Felen commented haughtily with a scornful grin. After that he did not remember anything because the darkness first greeted him affectionately.

Trust me, I would never be nice out of blue to someone who's been a bitch to me. I tap Mary on the arm, making her halt from giggling as she averts her gaze to me. On seeing it's me, she takes off her headphone and wears a smile, "Your breakfast is just in the sink, you don't have to ask me for that. And good morning, I know you had the best night." At least, she isn't a bitch. I manage to give a smile as I turn to grab my food. But just as I turn around, I catch him watching me. Good! And I intentionally whip my hair to the right, showing off my bare back, letting him know I'm wearing no underwear except the panties. I grab my meal and a bottle of water from the fridge. I only vacate the ro

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

The second I gasped for air I knew the monster had failed. Pain still burned through my neck but it faded fast. My eyes snapped open. The world rushed back with firelight and shadows. Aziel Nightbane stood frozen a few steps away. He stared down at me like I was a nightmare crawling out of the grave. My bones clicked back into place one by one. Skin pulled tight over the break. I sucked in a deep breath and felt the mate bond flare hot between us. It pulsed stronger than before and linked every beat of my heart to his.

Frank grabbed the lamb by the head and tore the top of its skull clean off. He grabbed the black lamb while it was still twitching. He held it by the ears, lowered his face, and greedily sucked at the fluids spilling from its shattered skull. The wet sound of swallowing filled the air. I couldn't hold it back. I threw up. Only then did I realize there was no way I could fight a monster like this. I clutched the broom and turned to run. Instead, I kicked a loose stone and crashed to the ground with a cry of pain.

Downstairs, Mom dropped a spatula when I walked into the kitchen wearing my Lakeside Rams hoodie, platinum hair dripping, eyes the exact shade of fresh blood. Dad’s coffee mug froze halfway to his mouth. “Celeste… your eyes.” “I know.” I slid into a chair, stole a piece of bacon off Dad’s plate. “Permanent souvenir. Long story short: Mr. Bathory’s a vampire, tried to drink me at 3:33 a.m., I bound him with Grandma’s spiral, and now the magic decided ruby is my new brand.” Mom’s face went through six emotions in two seconds. Dad just stared. “Permanent?”

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

I was awakened by a nightmare. When I woke up, I was in the main bedroom of the Pack House, not the altar. My parents were guarding my bedside, looking haggard. Seeing me wake up, my mother was incredibly agitated: "Seraphina, you're finally awake." "Mom thought you would never wake up again!" My mother looked like she had been crying for hours. Her eyes were red and swollen. My father also held my hand tightly: "Seraphina, can you hear me?"