Monster High Fanfic Novels & Stories

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

asked Jennifer as she was afraid that the monster would come back again. " Am fine, and I don't think he will come back again, since he was the one that let me go, now I can live a peaceful life " said Olivia with a smile on her face.

I would rather remove myself from this marriage by leaving her as a widow than do to her what Eliot Williamson had. Then I was going to have to earn her turn. I was going to have to take my time to let her come to me on her own. Then, once the did is done and the heir is "produced", we can go our separate ways. I let out a sigh. Dante was a monster for giving me no choice, and I was a bigger monster for even considering this. But this is a monstrous world. Everyone has to do whatever they can do in their power to survive.

He walks a few steps behind me. I turn and grab him by the neck. "Say one more thing about her and I'll snap your scrawny fucking neck." I snap out of the fantasy and am grateful that my hands are still at my sides. I stare at the door of the house, and he is still coming up behind me. If I shot him, then no one would know. I feel like a maniac, and my wolf is pattering angrily in my bowels. What is it about this fucking girl? "You like them all."

If Darcie and Havoc could make it work when there was nothing real between them then maybe there was hope for me and Monster. “God no, I fell in love with him. It was crazy quick but it's real. I know he adores me and would do anything for me. Sometimes you just meet the right man and you know he’s yours forever. Havoc is my forever. Monster will be yours.” “I doubt that,” I mumbled. “It's not like that between us.” “Oh please, I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. Monster is a good man, deep down anyway, but he wouldn't have agreed to this unless he thought there was something between you.”

worry creased Maren forehead for the first time since I’d known her as she took a while thinking it through before directing the girls outside. She wanted to go but I asked her to stay. After helping me get ready I made my way to the hallway and my chicks followed. This was Nolan’s strategy to take my mind off my sister being here, he probably didn’t expect me to know that my sister was around. I saw her with my two eyes and I definitely wasn’t sleepwalking or hallucinating so that meant she was real. I kept walking and I came face to face with the Monster. Ughhhh I hated this man.

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.

He scoffed, “It’s so funny how you didn’t even notice how scared they were of me. Were you that delusional that I was good, or are you just stupid?” She growled, “Fuck you, you monster.” “Now, now, you’ve made your lack of interest in me perfectly clear.” He leaned against the vessel and crossed his arms. “But I’m thinking after this, you might change your mind.” “I would never. You’re a monster–” She screamed as a fiery current bolted through her system. “Stop!” she cried. Hadeon bit his lip, trying to hide his joy. He clicked the button on his remote and held his arms up nonchalantly.

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