Novel & Cerita Monster High: The Origin Story

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

"He is not a monster, Aurora. He is a tough guy but he won't torture you or hurt you. Yes, he might push your limits but you'd be safe with him. I will pay you a visit once a week until I am sure that you are good on your own." My thoughts were such a jumbled mess that I could hardly think straight. On one hand, I knew this was some kind of a good deal that life was throwing at me. I'd never had to be afraid of anything, neither would I have to starve and freeze to death. But men like Viktor didn't do anything like this very generously. For all I knew about him was that he dealt in drugs, carried guns and was some kind of a super rich millionaire and none of those points add up.

*Damian* “Release the Kaiju!” The warden shouts. I readied myself for one hell of a fight as a gigantic gate opened. The prisoners stayed silent. At first, nothing seemed to move in the darkness or even made a sound. But I spoke too soon when one of this thing’s footsteps felt like an earthquake. Another footstep cracks the ground all around me as the monster steps out of the darkness. It had a lizard-like body with bat wings, spines out of its back, large hands, saber tooth tiger fangs, long claws on its hands and feet, and three heads! It lets out a massive roar that deafens me for a couple minutes. The prisoners cheered as the roar excited them. Please God let me live to see the rest of t

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

I am enjoying my new life. I decided that I do want to go back to my home pack eventually. I understand their reluctance to trust my mom, and while it still bothers me, the need to belong is stronger. I told Shannon I wanted to study them first. Learn about them before I attempt to go there. She gave me some information to begin my research. It was a website that only werewolves had access to, sort of like the dark web that criminals use. The average person wouldn't know how to gain access. So far I've learned that they have another alpha, which makes me a bit upset that they replaced my dad.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Using his raw, monstrous Alpha strength, Dominic grabbed the bolted iron plates of the carriage door and literally ripped them completely off their reinforced hinges, casting the heavy metal into the mud with a resounding thud. The biting, ice-cold morning wind rushed into the suffocating, dark cabin, instantly cutting through the chemical haze. The bright, unforgiving morning light flooded the wreckage, illuminating the shattered chests of royal gold, raw bullion bars, and high-value cash bundles spilled across the floorboards like trash. And there, trapped in the center of the stolen treasury, lay me—trembling, pale, and completely exposed. There was no gentleness in the monster’s arrival.