Monster High Movie Order Novels & Stories

he muttered under his breath, “that was effective.” Tracy saw the look in Lucien’s eyes—the way the predator was suddenly distracted by the mate—and she quietly turned her gaze back to the road. Lowell pulled a heavy silver coin from his pocket. “When this hits the dirt, we fly.” “Done,” I replied. The coin flipped through the air, catching the moonlight for one brilliant second before it struck the gravel. We exploded off the line like starving cheetahs, the twin roars of our engines tearing the silence of the summit to shreds.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

“She’s staying here.” “I would like to see—” Rei released my hand and lifted his bourbon. “Check it out and come back,” he said to Em. “She’s safe sitting here with me.” “Jasmine?” Em asked. I shook my head. “I’m happy here.” After Em walked away, Rei turned toward me. “Are you?” “That was my question. Am I safe with you?” For the first time since we’d left the penthouse, a smile curled his lips. “You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

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.

Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand. The old Moretti estate. Home. The place where the first lies were buried. The place where monsters were made.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

But I could clearly feel that something massive had happened. Because the usually steady and calm Alpha Kael was so panicked that the blade dropped from his hand with a clang. Immediately after, harsh light flooded in from the entrance. It seemed the heavy stone doors had been thrown wide open. Accompanied by chaotic voices. It sounded like many pack warriors had rushed into the sacred altar room. I heard countless messy footsteps, hurried and heavy, rushing toward me. Then came the incredibly noisy shouting. There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

I was glad it was a superhero movie because watching the zombies destroy the world was much better than unrealistic happily-ever-after. Once the movie ended, we walked out of the theatre together and decided to order a cab. Anna and Noah kept arguing over the different interpretations of the climax as we waited while I fished out my phone. I didn’t realize that it was on mute as the forty-nine missed calls from Marco flashed on my screen. “Uh, guys, I need to take this—” The next couple of seconds were faster than the speed of light but were too significant to forget. A screeching noise of a car echoed from behind, making me spun around. There were hysterical screams and commotion all around