Monster High Oc Novels & Stories

'Going inside was the worst decision I've ever made! "Ah fuck, a talking monster, can someone pinch me to see if I'm dreaming or not?" Even so, Henry was the only one who remained calm. The rest of them had perspiration all over their faces and looked virtually bloodless. "A..a..Mutant... Hi..gh...Orc!" The only girl among them spoke in a trembling voice. As they were eventually forced to accept the reality, she merely verified the rest of it. In the first place, a High Orc was a Mystic Level monster. This creature may have been the boss of this Mystic rank dungeon, but the one they encountered was a mutant.

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

S) Before the Enhanced M.O.A.B were exploded, I was able to teleport out of the Snow Storm City and in the middle of my most heated battle against 10 Tier 6 Monsters. But still that doesn’t mean that I was able to walk out of the battle unharmed. I am severely wounded, battered and injured all over my body, my whole body were covered in blood, cut marks and all kinds of injuries.

“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?”

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

The voice came from the VIP hallway, low and careless like the number doesn’t mean anything. Five hundred thousand what? I stilled Infact, my breathing stopped. “….cash. I don’t want transfers, that would be too traceable.” Then came another chuckled voice. “Relax. It’s already here,” And something in my chest tightened. I haven’t even heard of such a large amount of money close to me, talking about seeing them. “Five hundred…. hundred—“ I kept stammering, my body shaking. “Theo’s heart is getting worse each passing day. He needs medical attention and if delays, he might lose his life this time around,”

Sometimes, that memory convinced me that he wasn't entirely malevolent, that he might actually care about omegas like me. Taking a slow, calming breath, I silently thanked the heavens that the shifting process hadn't overwhelmed me yet. But, I also knew it could catch me off guard at any moment, so I savored the temporary respite. The road began to ascend, leading us to a place where many rogues. Humans referred to it as the Mystery Mountain, but wolves called it Lupusmons—the mountain of wolves. I held my breath for a moment, contemplating how to break through the strong wall he had erected between us.

For those, who are not 'enough'... You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. .. .. .. .. .. .. THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED.

I ran through the possibilities in my head. Based on everything I'd observed so far, the monster's kill condition was either three consecutive exchanges in a conversation or agreeing to—or refusing—all of its requests three times in a row. If that was true, then I had a way out. Next time I faced it, I'd follow one pattern: agree once, stay silent once, refuse once. That way, no matter which theory was right, I'd dodge the condition entirely. Of course… if both guesses were wrong, I'd just have to accept my fate.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.