Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

Sam tapped me on the shoulder. “You okay?” Shaking my head, I didn’t feel like I could speak right now. My tongue felt thick and weighted. Which was weird considering everything else felt light. Breathing was even easier; almost too easy. I chuckled. No wonder they didn’t want this stuff mass produced. The entire world would be off their rockers if this was how it normally made everyone feel. Maybe it was something that a werewolf experienced? My brain tried to analyze what it was when it felt like my whole being snapped into focus. It was so jarring that I actually jerked up.

But every breath ended in another sob. Tears wouldn’t just stop falling as I narrated the whole thing to her. “Only a growl and he flew?” She looked surprisingly calm despite all that I had said. I looked at her with frightened eyes. “Yes, mom… I’m so scared, I’ve never experienced such a thing before. What if he’s dead? What if I killed him? What if…” I looked down at my trembling hands. “…I’m a monster?” Mom quickly pulled me into her embrace. “You’re not. Every wolf growls.”

I felt strand of hairs sticking to my wet sweaty face, as if he felt it too, he moved his finger there and pushed them back, then slowly, he lowered his head there and blew gently on it with his mouth. It felt tickly. A slight chuckle left my lips, I quickly threw my hand to cover my mouth. Honestly, I do not know how to react to this new event. I am not sure whether to be happy or angry. But one thing was sure, what I feel right now is far from anger or resentment. Even though I knew it is a great defeat for me, right now, I really yearn to do things with this werewolf, to go in all with him.

What kind of debt a werewolf - a monster could possibly owe to a human? “ Don’t ask questions that don’t concern you. ” His tone changes as his eyes go back to the bland look they always hold. “ You let them all hurt me. ” I complain, not knowing why I want him to protect me so bad. It’s getting annoying at this point. Even to me. I feel this weird connection with him that I can’t explain in words. It’s like I have some right over him that I am unaware off. Maybe, I have gone mad from everything that happened to me in my life and now, I am imagining things. A connection to a monster? That’s disgusting.

The moose fell to the ground with a giant thud, a few birds might have flown away and I watched as the snow beneath it turned red, I looked into its eyeball watching life drain from it, watching it look at me like I was…a monster. For a moment, the moose was me, hurting, injured, bleeding and I was Bryant, the monster, the big bad wolf. “Not bad for the first time”, Andro praised beside me but I didn’t feel too good. I was drowning in a vast pit of regrets, of bitter memories, of me on the bathroom floor pathetically crying, wounded like a dog kicked to the curb… “Mia?” I felt his hands on my shoulder, I felt him place something beside him—his rifle maybe? I couldn’t tell.

“What if I become something I can’t come back from?” His expression didn’t harden. It softened. “I don’t fear death,” I added. “I fear becoming a monster.” The breeze moved between us again, lifting the edge of his shirt. “You’re not a monster,” he said quietly. “How do you know?” I asked. “Because monsters don’t ask that question.” I let out a small, humorless breath. “You didn’t see me,” I whispered. “You didn’t feel what I felt. The power… it was endless. It didn’t strain me. It didn’t resist me. It obeyed.”

I liked it all. How was I going to deny the strange bubbly feeling you get when a physical fit and a Greek godlike alpha looks at you like he needs you to be able to breathe. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be any of that if I just came back from meeting the monster.” I gulped in, taking in nothing actually. I just really couldn’t tell her that I was moved, uncomfortable and possibly going mad. That had to stay between me and Myra my wolf till I figured this out.

Why the fuck did it happen now that my life is fucked up? Don’t let this happen in this kind of situation, please. I-I don’t want this. Call me heartless but just please, please tell me that all of it was just a nightmare. That that’s not really true and I should be worried that much about it but damn! Everyone knows- I know that I’m just fooling myself and making myself distracted. This is all true! Not a nightmare or even my imagination! This isn't still sure, right? This can still be some kind of a false alarm? No... Werewolves don't experience some kind of a false alarm. I know that and everything that I'm feeling is all true. My body isn't just fooling me or playing with me. I can never

I wailed. “No, baby, a monster would not feel remorse. You are anything but. Even after all that you heard and everything he did to you, you still feel guilt for giving him his just dessert. That is not a monster, that is a Goddess. You little wolf are a Goddess” he spoke with such confidence and conviction it was hard not to trust his words. I slowly started to calm down and after a while my breathing normalised. “Did I hurt you?” I asked softly, “When I pushed you back”

I can’t believe that this is what it’s all come down to, me running away from Monica’s wolf. I still remember when I saw her wolf. The excitement that I felt and the sense of superiority, even though mine is far from hers, even though I knew she’s stronger. I was proud. I was in awe. And when I felt her wolf’s energy in my veins, I immediately knew that I was one of the lucky ones. But now, the wolf I was so excited to see is lunging at me. The only thing I can do is run back and shield myself at the same time. All I can do is anticipate the pain that would come inevitably, but to my surprise, it doesn’t come.