Monster High Holt Hyde Novels & Stories

More like three voices in one. Hera chuckles behind us. "There he is. The monster hidden under his fake civility." I can't breathe. I've never seen him look so terrifying. Hera sashays to her red car, and I panic. "Wait, what are you doing?! Take him with you!" I say, my voice shaky. "You should tame your monster first. He looks like he's about to riot," she responds, and I glance at Tyler's unmoving form. A small pool of blood is forming under him.

My heart was beginning to beat hard against my chest as I fearfully awaited the completion of his sentence. "I only got a response from King Montero, and he's agreed to pair you with his second son, Hyde," his words hit me hard across the ear. Hyde? The name resounded horrifically through my head. The most ruthless being considered to ever walk the earth. He was called the Demon King. Everyone was terrified of him including his father, I could tell it was pretty much the reason he wanted to trap him into marriage. Suddenly, my painful rejection that had taken place a few minutes ago felt like a lightweight compared to the bomb that had just been dropped on me.

I know what it's like to lose a Mom at a young age. An incredibly handsome man comes up and pulls me and Alec into a hug at the same time. He pulls back and looks at Alec. “What's up, man?” Alec gives the typical 'not much' response and he turns to me. “So, I'm Zeke. Your uncle, if you didn't notice.” Considering he looks exactly like my dad but younger, I felt it was a safe assumption. “So, these are the bad ass hybrids?” He looks at Andras and Morana.

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

He and my mother died in the greatest war our kind had ever known, sacrificing themselves to protect the Werewolf Kingdom. After that, my uncle, Hyde Sullivan, took the throne. He raised me himself and told me that I, Ariel Sullivan, would be his only successor. In the Werewolf Kingdom, my status stood above everyone else except my uncle. No one understood hierarchy better than I did, and no one understood the weight of responsibility it carried more than I did. If I was going to become a worthy successor, I had to temper myself. That was why I came to this border pack, a place rumored to have dangerous prey year round. I wanted to start from the ground up.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

I ask with a glare. “She’s the most special kind of hybrid there is and the only one in existence. She is a white wolf with golden eyes as I presume you are as well given your eye color. You are the only two in existence and it’s quite amazing how you ended up being mates. Luna is also a witch and the demon queen.” Amelia says and I notice Luna flinch at her words out of the corner of my eye.

He comes over to check on mom, lifting her eyelids and shining a flashlight over them. When I look up, Alpha Avery is in the doorway. “Doc?” That’s all he says. Dr. Andrews holds up a finger, grabbing some machine out of his bag, and hooking it up to dads chest. I see the look on his face, it’s not good. Dr. Andrews is older, his hair has silver throughout it, making the light brown look even lighter. His eyes are this charcoal grey color that appear to just see through you when you talk to him about a medical problem. And while he has the build of a werewolf, it’s obvious he’s not a warrior.

There were also other girls forcefully taken from different packs and it was really disturbing. We finally made it to the massive pack of the vicious Lycan Xavier, but by then I was completely worn out and afraid of what lay ahead. "Your name?" Someone called out to me, jolting me out of my daymare. It seemed like they were writing all of our names down to keep track. "C-camelia." As I stood in line with the other girls, I caught sight of one from Goldmoon pack. Her name was Hazel and like me, she was an omega. She was also a maid at the local kitchen.

He is completely oblivious of the danger crawling slowly towards him in the dark. Clint Montrose is not in control; both his wolf and vampire sides have taken over completely and his human consciousness has been pushed to the sidelines. The hybrid sprints through the forest like hell is at his heels, leaping over and dodging obstacles with effortless grace. No animal in the forest dares to make a sound or worse cross his path as the apex predator of the woods moves with Lia dangling over his shoulder.