Monster High Room Novels & Stories

Both doors were flung wide open, and I could feel the warm air pouring outside. I followed the Game Master inside to what looked to be a loft. The room was easily the size of a ballroom, but not a single piece of space had been unused. Large couches, chaise lounges and bars sat within the large area. Everything seemed centered around a roaring fireplace made of obsidian. Jutting out of the mantle were two curved horns, darker than the night sky. This wasn’t the first time I had seen those horns. They were on the doors to Castle Mist, in the estate I had ventured to for my necklace, and now they were in the Game Master’s home. While I wanted to ask what they meant, I wasn’t sure I wanted to k

The room was at the center of the floor. “The truth is every room in here is a evaluation room. I picked the largest of them and this evaluation room is where most of the high grade hunters were evaluated.” Mr. Ambrose was surprised when he heard that a civilian fought dozens of hard type monsters and when he heard that that civilian is alone and is a girl he was even more shocked, though he didn’t show it.

“This isn't the floor my mother was staying on.” The nurse smiled again. “No, Miss Oxford.” Something about that smile made Marilyn suspicious. “Your mother's room has been upgraded.” “Upgraded?” “Yes.” The nurse pressed another button. “To one of our VIP recovery suites.” Marilyn stared. “What?” “I assumed you already knew.” Marilyn didn't answer. Because she didn't. The elevator doors opened. The floor they stepped onto looked nothing like the rest of the hospital. Everything was different here. More luxurious. More exclusive.

I retract my claws slowly, the metallic scarpe, but my body still feels hot and unstable, I need to be in the room as of thirty minutes ago. I turn sharply towards the sealed doors at the end of the hall.” Move, let's go.” The hallway clears instantly. The isolation suite doors slam shut behind me with a heavy metallic thud. It's soundproof, reinforced, and unbreakable designed to contain monsters. The room is sterile white light, reflecting off titanium walls, no windows, and no softness. No escaping a literal cage, I rip off my tactical jacket, in one motion flinging it across the room, it hits the wall and falls to the floor forgotten.

"Family loyalty doesn't mean much in our world, Nicole Martins. Sometimes, the best way to survive a monster is to learn exactly how he thinks." Before I could say anything else, a sharp bell rang through the stone vents of the room. The hour was up. It was time to go to the mixed rooms. Twenty minutes later, Kaelen and I stood in front of the door of room 109. My heart was hammering against my ribs as Kaelen put the key into the lock and turned it with a sharp click. He pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The room was large, built from cold grey stone but made warm with thick fur rugs and a big, roaring fire in the center. Two heavy wooden bunk beds stood on opposite sides of the r

The room before them was enormous. The walls were lined with massive glass containment chambers. Inside each chamber were monsters. Lots of them. Some were pacing back and forth. Others repeatedly slammed their bodies against the glass while releasing deafening growls. The sounds were so loud that they seemed capable of shattering the entire room. Yet the glass remained completely intact. "It's reinforced," one of the group members said as he swallowed nervously. Unable to resist his curiosity, he cautiously reached out and touched one of the glass walls. The moment he did, a monster suddenly charged toward him.

“Okay, so there won’t be words. Just my sword cutting off her damn head. And if I run into Katrina’s Bisnonna in the process, I might kill her too. Because I bet money, she knows what Katrina is to me.” I stormed out of the safe room, unsure what I would face beyond the door but not caring. Every enemy I kill is a step closer to Shit Witch. And that is what matters. As I stepped out the door, I had to stop and blink. Previously I walked out into linear hallways. This was not like that. The hallway went in all weird ways, with ladders and slides between here and there. And to make it more annoying between each ladder and slide were very angry-looking plastic… Yes, those are monkeys.

My voice betraying the urgency that had overwhelmed me, "Let me go you monster!!" I snarled, my teeth clenched in rage, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as he matched on, adamant to his course, dragging me to the middle of his opulent living room, but I was too focused on escaping from his iron grasp to admire the sight that was before me, suddenly, his voice rang out, "Butler Joe!" He bellowed, his voice reverberating in the spacious living room, bearing the weight of the hatred and anger in his heart, as he stopped right at the center of the room,

I can’t control the jealousy festering inside me. “And what’s over here?” she asks, gesturing to a secret door in the north corner. I smirk. “Do you really want to know?” She bobs her head. “Yes. Open it!” "Yes, ma'am!" I type in my passcode, the door springs open. I hear her gasp as the room unveils itself. I step into the well-lit, sound-proof room. “Welcome to my playroom!” She follows me, eyes sparkling. My playroom is full of suspension equipment, swings, spanking benches, bondage setups and uncountable toys.

Excited, Johnny shows the comfortable living room, the kitchen decorated in shades of blue and gray, the bathroom, the small but beautiful balcony, and, finally, the bedroom. It was the largest room in the house. Emanuele noticed that the highlight was the double bed with blue bedspread, sheets, and pillows. Next to it, a bedside table held a lamp and a telephone. A bookcase full of games and books was leaning against the other wall, as was the TV. A discreet door in the other corner revealed that there was a bathroom attached to it as well. The girl stepped forward, taking in other details: paintings here and there, depicting various landscapes and also musicians, such as James Hetfield and