Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

“What if I’m not strong enough?” “You are. It doesn’t take much, honestly. It’s not built to withstand much power. It sips at you and injects you with fear so you feel stuck until you are too weak to fight back.” I tapped at the table. “Now your wolves know what to look out for.” I turned to Rick. “Now your monster was different.” He nodded. “Bees.”

He was a huge black wolf with glowing golden eyes. He lowered his head. You're beautiful. I stared at him. You can hear me? Of course. He moved closer. I'm your mate. My heart fluttered. Then the darker voice inside me laughed. Mate. I froze. You don't deserve him. I growled. Shut up. The voice laughed again. He will fear you eventually. I shook my head. No. Everyone fears monsters. I looked at Alex. He didn't move away. He simply stood beside me.

Avery P.O.V. “Mine” All, Mine.” I don’t know what to do. I know I can’t move because I am too scared when Matthew Monster is like this. I hope he doesn’t because I was on the end of the hook when he was angry and pissed off someone. I was that person before. So, this is making me nervous. I want to help him and calm him down. I should try to talk to him and tell him it's okay and let me go. But I don’t.

When I finished, I was exhausted. Hollow. Empty of everything except the echo of his voice and the weight of a future I didn't know how to face. Mom was quiet for a long moment. Her hand was still in my hair, still stroking, still grounding me to something solid. "He sounds like a man who's forgotten how to feel," she said finally. I lifted my head, looked at her. "He's a monster."

Mj felt almost drunk on the feeling and laughed hysterically “If you don't get out of my way and let me leave I am going to hurt you Ace.” The look on his face twisted to one of concern and shock. Suddenly Ace put his hands palms up “Mj, you need to calm down a little, your body can't handle the power that wolf is pumping to it yet your gonna hurt yourself” Mj laughed again, she sounded crazed and monstrous “Why, so you can drag me back to that lying monster?” Ace looked at her and to her surprise he sat cross legged on the ground and spoke to her like a concerned brother “Mj how can you call him a monster, you are using his power, being a wolf doesn't make you a-”

“He becomes like Joseph. Always frustrated. Heartless. Ruthless. Kills at his own convenience. Uses his power to start new wars. He becomes more of a monster and less of a werewolf. That is the kind of damage that an empty heart does to another person.’’ “What about me?’’ I can almost feel the tears reading my eyes. I clench my fist, trying to remind myself that I was better off creating the lie that I am strong. “What about you?’’ “Do I know I don't deserve a chance at happiness? Should I not be thinking about myself? Should I not worry about my heart? What about me and the things that I want?’’ She smiles, she brings my hand up to my face and she wipes off my tears. She makes me look at he

I whispered, feeling utterly subdued by the force of his presence. As I said those words, a strange throbbing sensation welled up within me, a deep pulse that seemed to resonate with every beat of my heart. It was as if something in my very blood was calling out to Michael, urging me to submit to him completely. This feeling was different from the natural fear a werewolf might feel toward a Lycan; it was something deeper, something that spoke to the bond we shared. It was as if a new force within me demanded honesty and loyalty to him, a connection that bound me to Michael in ways I couldn’t fully understand.

I took a deep breath and said my werewolf's name Moonyeen . The moment that I was turning into a werewolf, I felt magical. My whole body felt warm and I could feel my bone shifting around, underneath my fur. I could feel my sense sharper - I could hear every twig that was being snapped under every passing werewolf, I could smell all of the different kind of flower that was growing in the forest and I could see every little detail from the passing wolves. It was a really special feeling - I loved it.

I heard the cocking of guns from behind me but Gio held up his hand. "I feel intense bloodlust right now, Gio... You must've had a death wish to be able to anger me like this." "Y-You..." He met my eyes which were stained with his blood. "You're a m-monster... like Jett..." A monster. The word rang in my ears. Sure. I can be the monster. I threw his body on the crates on one side of the warehouse and fluidly bent my body to avoid the bullets that his men rained on me. I felt my adrenaline pumping after hearing the rain of gunshots and the familiar texture of blood on me. Let's misbehave.

The monster seems to notice my movement and glances up from his hiding spot. “What’s wrong?” I ask still feeling a bit of shock at the turn of events, I can travel into other people’s minds, and this could be something that I could use to my advantage when the time for war comes. “Nothing that you would understand.” It says with a deep masculine voice, which drips with hatred. I can see that it is going to take a lot of hard work to get this monster to let me out. “Try me.” I say hoping that this will encourage him to answer me.