Monster How Should I Feel Novels & Stories

_________ Warg" It is so dark I can see anything, I feel that I have a lot of bruises, but still nothing is missing from my body. I feel my hands and legs and even my feet. I can feel everything, So it means the monster eats me. Haha, wrong move, If you think that you could snatch a soul now You're wrong, I said within, and when I lifted my hand And I made a huge magma I instantly threw it into the place. Fireworks that was what it looked like. I made a lot of it and I continuously throw it everywhere. The place was screaming hot, but because of my power I got used to it and I feel like I'm part of it because it was a liquid hot like magma. Just only a minute and I will hear the growling o

"You're becoming a force to be reckoned with, someone who doesn't just play by the rules but makes them. And I have to say, I like it." His words settled over me, and I felt a mix of emotions—relief, pride, and a little bit of unease. Being seen as a "monster" in our world wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it meant power, respect, and a reputation that could protect those I cared about. But it also meant walking a path that was dangerous and lonely.

he murmured, stepping closer until the heat rolling off him wrapped around me. I lifted my chin. “Can you go one whole month without the entire pack flinching every time you walk past? Just one?” The shift was instant. His pupils blew wide and the air thickened. The monster stirred behind his human eyes dark, jagged, furious. “Furious?” I whispered, half-laughing. I didn’t even know why I wasn’t terrified anymore. His voice dropped. “Does that mean I should let the ones who speak filth about you walk away untouched?”

I have come too far to get caught now. I walked back into the bar and straight to the bar. “Give me a whiskey on the rocks and be quick about it,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and returned with my drink immediately. I slammed the drink and asked for another. Damn that woman. I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences.

“That’s one way to describe it.” Damian’s gaze shifted back to me. “Did you feel anything else?” “What do you mean?” “Before the power hit.” I thought about it carefully. The moment replayed in my mind. The rogue lunging. The pressure building. The sudden explosion of energy. “…My wolf,” I said. “What about it?” “It wasn’t scared.” “Good.” “It was angry.” That didn’t surprise either of them. But the next part did. “And it felt…” I hesitated. “…protective.”

I gasp and stumble as blood falls from my mouth. The power of the Firsts rips from my body, flowing back into them. What the fuck just happened? I fall to my knees, gasping for air and clutching my chest. I feel as though I’m in another dimension, but, strangely, I feel like my old self once again. Thank the Goddess! However, I remember every vile thing I’ve done over the past weeks, and my heart is breaking. Tears fall from my eyes, and I sob. I’m a monster! There is no other word for it: I’m a monster and will never be anything more.

Abram~ 'You don't want to do this, please stop' 'Please stop, Abram' 'I don't want it this way, this is wrong' 'You always hurt me' 'You are a monster' 'Leave me, you monster' 'Monster' 'Monster' 'Monster' My eyes jolted open, as her voice echoed in my ears and for the first time in two months I feel nothing, no anger, no pain nothing. Only numbness.

That I wasn’t worried about Milo or wolves or golden eyes or being almost-bitten. Nope. I was only furious. “Stupid,” I hissed as I jammed a wet towel into the bucket. “Arrogant. Smirking. Mysterious freak of nature…” I stopped, breathless. A strange, sour unease coiled in my chest. How the hell could someone like that… literally a monster, live among humans? With us? Next door? “How…? God.” I whined, grabbed the bucket and dumped it in the sink. “Whatever. Not my problem,” I muttered.

And apparently, I’m one of those monsters now. “Yeah.” I sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re uh…” “A werewolf?” “Yeah, that thing. That’s pretty cool man, probably the coolest thing that I’ve seen in a long while.” Norman cheered seemingly unbothered by the utter fact that I’m a monster. I thought he’s going to be scared of me but perhaps he had all the night to process everything that he learned. “Thanks but uhhh, there’s nothing cool about it.” I spat. Whoever thinks that being a werewolf was cool, they must be tripping. I almost got kill and dangers seems to be following me now.

I don’t kkwk wy I am doing this but then I just feel so uncomfortable and I don’t know the rug t thing to do that will make me feel better. I can’t stop wondering whagg TV their reaction will be the whe. Then that j am a primordial werewolf. I don’t even know what it trying means to be one. I don’t know my abilities all neither do I now my limitations. How cannievej he koreatrnmger than an Aloha and he the one to go against a hybrid.