Monster High Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I spot Kaine rushing at it and groan in frustration. "So proud," I mutter when the monster flings him away like a rag doll. I cringe as he hits the ground hard, sighing when he slowly sits up. He looks around, his body swaying a little. I turn my attention back to the monster. My lips curls upward in disgust. It stands dozens of meters tall, its chest glowing red with each rattling breath. It has four legs and at least a dozen eyes that move separately. I jog over to the warriors, about to ask why they are keeping their distance when a tail suddenly slams to the ground in front of us. I leap back with a curse, my eyes flying wide.

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

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.

Before her stood one of the most beautiful creatures she'd ever seen Before her stood the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen since these monsters. It was Massive, muscular, and powerful, with a thick, dark gray coat and piercing yellow eyes. A monster that she was willing to trust. His broad shoulders, sharp claws, and razor-sharp teeth exuded such dominance and strength that had the creatures that were attacking her run for their lives. It became clear to her that she did not want to die. "Get the car started Rune....she comes with us."

Dead with no traces of emotion. I was lost in examining his perfectly chiseled face, and emerald green eyes that were almost a replica of mine. Why was he so fine? Monsters are supposed to be ugly and scary to look upon. The most dangerous of monsters are the handsome ones. You won't believe the evil things they do. "Are you cursed to stare?" I was jerked off my thoughts by his stern voice and that was when I noticed what he stretched out to me. It looked rectangular and-- was that an ID?

That was precisely what he did. ‘This place looks nice. It’s designed to make the customers feel comfortable, but also intimidate them.’ The designs that filled the room told of this establishment’s incredible wealth. Anyone who wasn’t worth their salt would feel very uncomfortable and intimidated if they stayed here for too long. ‘This won’t work on me, though…’ The thought of his stash of Monster Cores hidden in the Hobgoblin hideout brought a smile to his face. With so much potential money in his grasp, there was no way he would allow these people to frighten him.

A creature came out, that burst every border between machine and meat. She was almost four meters tall, a monster composed of scrap, titanium and woven muscle strands, the vage had the shape of a wolf, but its head from a modified Drillhead of the Old World passed. The eyes of the creature were red-glowing sensors, who scanned us like laser beams. The monster struck a sound – a mixture of a circle hydraulic press and a deep, rolling cord. “This is an Apex watchman,” Kael whispered, and I saw for the first time since years real,

Morning light from the high vent hits his wide shoulders, painting the hard contours of his frame in sharp, dark shadows. Through the haze of my fever, my eyes track his movement. dark hair falling over his forehead, the sharp, heavy angle of his jaw, the thick muscles of his bare neck corded with strength. He isn't just a monster. He is dangerously handsome. A dark, striking Alpha built for war, his ripped chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. I swallow hard, my tongue thick in my dry mouth.