Monster High Room Novels & Stories

Maverick followed with his expression now dark and brooding. As Maverick and I stepped out into the hallway, the tension between us was palpable. Without a word, Maverick turned and strode towards his room, gesturing for me to follow. Hesitantly, I stepped inside. My eyes widened as I took in the sheer magnificence of his bedroom. The room was vast and airy, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the warm, golden light. Plush, velvet-upholstered furniture adorned the space, and a massive, ornately carved wooden bed dominated the centre of the room.

Before me stood an Alpha, a strong Alpha that meant business. I gave him a curt nod and focused on my breathing. 'Calm yourself Maeve, rid yourself your nerves. Fight for what needs to be done.' I heard Freyja reaffirm Maddox's words in my mind. 'There is no need to worry. Tyr, Maddox and I are all here with you.' She finished reassuringly. With that I closed off the mind link and opened the menacing red doors before me. The room that stood before us was breathtaking. Behind the buildings old exterior, laid secret was a huge, beautifully crafted council room. Light shon into all areas of the room, thanks to the many windows and openings in both the walls and ceiling.

The first room after the entrance was empty then we walked further and were met with a golden double door which looked like the entrance to the fire lord's throne room in Avatar. “Are you scared?” He asked, his thumb carressing the back of my hand. I nodded, swallowing my saliva that had suddenly turned thick and hard to swallow. He took the first step and I followed behind him. He pushed back the door, pressing his thumb on a fingerprint icon which made the door push back itself. I was shocked by the room and its contents. It was massive. My gaze caught sight of the bed, a thirst strap bed that had different kinds of bound weapons. I wasn’t even joking, it looks worse than 365 days. “BDSM"

The place was quite impressive. As they entered the room, Myla couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the surroundings. The walls were pristine white, adorned with LED lights shaped like vines in the corners, casting a gentle yellow glow that exuded pure joy. The furniture matched the theme, all in white, and a very light yellow center rug added a subtle touch of color. A large flat-screen TV graced one wall, and surprisingly, there was a chandelier, which was both fitting and unexpected, not quite what she would have imagined for Noah.

Ari announces as she takes my hand, dragging me out the door and into the hallways. She skips ahead of me, passing by several doors before opening a massive, gilded one at the end of the hallway. I follow, rolling my eyes the whole way. "Ta-da!" she exclaims as she pushes into the room. My mouth drops. The room is much like Richie's, the diner we ate in earlier, but crazier. There's a pool table at the center, and almost half of the room is a video arcade. Colorful fluorescent lights illuminate the place, some so bright they hurt my eyes. The boys are lounging on the massive sofa and beanbags by the corner, arguing as usual.

That was probably the case, and I was probably screwed. Perfect. I looked around the room and saw that I was in omega kind of…study? There was a two-frame wooden oak door right in front of me, books stacked on long shelves stretching at both sides of the room, a cozy rug, and, oh, even a chandelier. What an amazing place to hold someone captive. Very conducive. “Hey,” I called out, trying to look at Mr. Mysterio, who was noisily searching the desk drawer behind me. “Want to tell me what's going on?”

Hellion cleared her throat calmly after having watched the show of scaring them to death, her lips twitched into a smile as she explained the behavior of the room drowning in this odd fashion, “This is an elevator actually, designed as a room, whoever hasn’t encountered this earlier, doesn’t know what to do here and certainly gets caught in this little room of wonders” Sam was already in a bad mood, not accepting any more of the wanders happening, his face was showing a certain degree od disagreement with the idea of a room moving like a magic carpet. “What else is this extraordinary room capable of doing?”, Sam inquired, certainly keeping his words intact and pun free, as Murphy wasn’t fine

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

“Not so busy today?” “Nah,” Monica replied. “The Hunt is over and most of Night Children returned to the city. It’s more comfortable there than living here.” “I could see that,” he agreed. “What’s on the second floor?” “Oh, that’s where she is,” she answered, wiping the freshly-washed plates. “Look for the red room. That’s hers.” “The third floor?” he followed up. “Better to ask the boss,” Monica smiled and continued on her routine. “Great!” he thanked her and walked upstairs. A lot of doors were lined. At the end of the hall, he saw the red room. He walked faster. Once, he’s in front of it and was about to knock, it opened.

I headed straight to the brothers' private quarters on the third floor– no guards and only a handful of wall scones lit the endless hallway. My smile vanished. The hallways had identical doors lining both sides. And the floor plan hadn’t accounted for it. How many rooms did two monsters need? And which one hid their sins? I reached for the nearest door, throwing caution to the wind. It opened into a lit, warm, well-furnished lounge. I scanned the room quickly. Empty. I shut it softly and moved to the next. Another lounge, same setting. Empty. Weird. The fifth door produced the same result, and I leaned against it, shutting my eyes for a second. I needed a plan. This wasn’t going to cut it.