Monster High: The Origin Story Novels & Stories

My heart hammered against my ribs nonstop until he finally said, "Of course you should pay. You owe us this much." My arms immediately dropped to my sides as my heart turned totally still. Giggling, Nicky began hopping up to me and gleefully chanted, "You old bastard! Your house belongs to us now!" So this was what everything was all about. I tilted my head back and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Caleb, you're doing all this because you want my house, don't you?" His eyes flickered with a trace of delight. "But what a shame," I added.

"The reality is, my memory bank suffered a catastrophic wipe during the western pack wars. My alpha husband discovered my broken frame drifting near the Blackwater riverbank and dragged me from the current. The medical logs indicate my system was completely flatlined for an entire moon before my consciousness returned. My history prior to that extraction is an absolute black hole." Extending her hand, her fingers brushed close to Chika’s jawline, her pupils softening with an intensity that bordered on grief. "I accepted the reality that my origins were buried, but looking at the structure of your face, a sudden hope is bypassing my defenses. My wolf believes your line holds the key to unlock

He brought out his troops to welcome Fuschia onto the stage, not to resist civil war! But when he thinks about it, people will eventually find out about the monster trials he did eventually. So, why not be notified from now on? They might be surprised at first, but when they found out the great purpose of the monster's creation was for the prosperity of the kingdom, they certainly wouldn't oppose it any longer. Hayden believes so. “…Yes, I did research to create obedient monsters, but not by kidnapping people. After all, it's all for the sake of fighting the evil witch who is about to invade our kingdom."

she continued, “their blood responds before their minds do. That is why mates feel one another across distance. Why separation feels like illness.” Her gaze drifted knowingly toward me, though Mae had asked. “That is also why denying it can be fatal.” The candles flickered, shadows crawling across the walls. “Not everyone who is recognized should be turned,” the Ancient One said. “But those who ask. Those who step forward and choose the monster willingly—” She leaned toward us, voice lowering. “They almost always survive.” Her eyes locked fully onto mine. “Because the change does not create the darkness,” she said. “It only gives it permission.”

And my breath hitched. What’s he talking about? I frowned, watching as he took a step forward. And recognition seems to hit me hard…. Fuck it!! “Don’t tell me—“ The thoughts quickly died in my head at his next words. “Where is my money?” “Jesus!” My subconscious screamed at me. “What have you done, Mira? You stole from the devil?” “Where is my goddamn MONEY!!!” He snarled and I almost flinched out but the iron grip of his men was tight for me to make a move.

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."

—the brain of the new world order. "Okay, Myra. Set up the transmitter," I said, my voice shaking. "We’re going to hijack the keynote feed. But the second I plug in, Victor is going to know exactly where we are." Meanwhile, in the Ballroom... Julian stood in the center of the gala, the holographic image of Victor towering over him. The eyes of every billionaire, scientist, and world leader were fixed on the "Monster of Owerri."

There wasn’t even a chance for a carefully planned "coincidental" encounter. A dull ache formed at my temples when I thought about relying solely on that dream. But before I could come up with a proper solution, trouble found Nathaniel once again. … It was the second time I had ever seen Nathaniel lose control like that. I was kidnapped once. Nathaniel was the one who found me in an abandoned factory, leading the police straight to my location. "Naomi…"

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,