Monster High Gif Novels & Stories

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

I added; she looked at me with confusion on her face. "Does it mean I am different from you?" She asked, and I didn't have a choice but to nod my head slowly. "How about him, the one who attacked you?" She inquired, and I took a deep breath. "Well, he is a hybrid, and hybrids are the most dangerous opponents that we have; his kind is half werewolf and half mage," I responded, and Victoria's eyes got so big, and she opened her mouth, but she closed her it without saying anything. I know there are so many things playing on her head right now.

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

RICHARD YUKA'S POV Mr. Godfrey halted in his track as soon as he heard me, then he turned to face me. "What do you mean by that?" He demanded, his words heavy with a shimmering anger as he shot fiery darts at me. I chuckled loudly as soon as I heard him. I knew he was only trying to remain upright in the presence of everyone. I stood up. "Come on, Mr. Godfrey," I said, shrugging.

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

My phone buzzed and a text message from Matt showed on my notifications bar. I sniffed and wiped my nose,then clicked it and saw his message: Matt: Mon Ami! Me: Hey, Matt. Matt:What's up!;) Me: I'm good. Matt: What's going on? Me: Nothing,I guess. Nothing you'd want to know. Matt: Tell me. Pleaseeeeeee. Me: No, see you tomorrow. Matt: :( hey,what happened to my jacket? Me: *Whistling* see you tomorrow. Goodnight.

"I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me." After like a second, I woke up. I ran to my washroom because I really wanted to see my friend Bat becauseit's been so long sinc

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.