Monster Books Santa Monica Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to make him disappear.” I knelt beside them, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Sometimes monsters need to disappear.” He looked up at me, eyes wet. “Daddy, am I a monster?” That question tore through me more brutally than any wound I’d ever taken. I cupped his face in both hands. “No, Damon. You’re my son. You’re what every monster should fear, okay?” Behind us, the remaining enemies scattered into the forest. The sun finally broke the horizon, spilling gold across the smoking courtyard, turning everything Damon had touched into shimmering light.

“Hey, I think I saw something on the monitor.” “Tell me it was a fish of some kind.” “I don’t know. I just caught a glimpse of it in the corner of the monitor. Keep fishing and see if you can catch it.” “I don’t think so! If I catch it, and it is some weird creature down there, it is going to come out of that water and bite my head off. You get your pole and catch it,” Little Bob told him adamantly. Mike assured him, “There is no monster down there.”

The one devouring a human heart. My stomach twists violently. Oh my god. I see the resemblance. Serena is her. She isn’t just dangerous. She’s a monster.

It can't hurt. I take a moment, my throat doing that thing again, making it fucking hard to swallow. To breathe. It's the only lit candle in the place. Apart from Father Emiliano and his sister, no one comes here anymore. I try not to think about that, about her being alone up here, and walk back outside. I go to the edge of the cliff to the stone marking Mom's grave. It's a kneeling angel, wings spread wide, head tilted down, watching over her. She always said angels were everywhere, watching out for us.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I asked again and she nodded. I scoffed, shook my head in disbelief and waved her off. "I'm a werewolf, Renee, werewolves don't easily get drunk" I boasted, with a proud smirk. Renee raised an eyebrow at me and she glanced at the bottle of wine on the table. "How confident are you that you won't get drunk after drinking this wine?" she asked. "100 percent confident" I answered. "Let me give you a heads-up, Wymond doesn't get drunk because he's a combination of different beasts -yet, he steers clear of this wine"

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.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

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

Chapter 1035 "Then I'll take it as a compliment. Actually, I have no intention of staying here for long. I've heard that Santabaca is famous for its mountains and lakes. And it has waterfalls and canyons. I like the canyons the most because they are beautiful and mysterious. Santabaca is my first stop. My next stop will be Churnell, and then Mowo, Wolsher, La Phiree Palace and so on." Merlin's eyes lighted up with excitement as she talked about her trip.