Monster High Oc Novels & Stories

I held his hand, the one that was touching my cheek. "Then let us go home," I murmured, and he smiled at me. He closed his eyes and began chanting. The moment he did so, we heard some snarls and growls. The orcs. And even worse, the vampires that were just having fun a while ago now surround us. As if that were not enough, Celeste arrived on the back of a firebird, a phoenix. At this point, I am not surprised anymore. It seems like everything exists here, as what Vlad had hinted earlier, except for humans and especially wolves.

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.”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

She threw herself into his arms, shaking, crying, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. Carlo wrapped his arms around her tight. He could feel her heartbeat pounding against his chest. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.” Marcus tilted his head and watched them. “Oh, how sweet,” he said, his voice mocking. “But I hate to break it to you… I can’t let this end with a happy moment. Not for you, Carlo. Never for you.” Carlo looked up slowly, already knowing what was coming. “Fucking bastard,” he growled. “I knew you wouldn’t keep your word.”

I said, completely confused. “Voidhollows don’t attack continuously like that, unless they are drawn to you. Bloodline, power. You have that, I guess.” He told me. “I didn’t ask to be a monster magnet,” I muttered, rubbing my hands on my hoodie. Auren stepped closer, his presence was oddly comforting. Not like Lucian’s predatory one or Kael’s tensed one. Just calm and steady. “There is nothing bad about it. If you keep attracting them, it may be for a great cause. You just have to learn how to harness that power within you.”

The man whose smirk had once felt like a challenge, whose rare moments of softness had confused me into thinking there might be something human underneath all that coldness. But this—this was who he really was. A monster. Each lash echoed in my head, each scream burning into my memory. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I wanted to run to her, but my body wouldn’t move. The crowd was silent, their faces expressionless, watching as if this were nothing more than another lesson in obedience. When it was finally over, Alessia sagged against her chains, her back slick with blood. Nolan turned then, his eyes landing on me.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Those people didn't mean to hide something from her. This guy was the only one who really hid something from her. "Overwhelmingly strong!" Jason said with a smile. "Then you are the number one in the world, aren’t you?" Madison blinked and said. Even Phoebe made her extremely envious. It seemed as if there was no ordinary person in the clinic. She saw with her own eyes that the monk stepped on the water without leaving a trace, like an immortal. She had seen the mysterious and unpredictable means of the Old Monster of the East Sea, and she had always wondered what level her man would reach.