Monster High Create A Character Novels & Stories

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters. Halfway through class, the door opens, and a tall guy steps in. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He’s probably late because of traffic or life or both. He's handsome in that effortless way, the kind that makes everyone pause for a second. He scans the room, spots the empty seat beside me, and smiles as he walks over. "Hey, sorry," he whispers, sliding into the chair. "Got an extra pen?" "Yeah," I say, rummaging through my bag. When our fingers brush as I hand it to him, my stomach knots.

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.