Novel & Cerita Monster Series

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea

she said loudly again. The monsters began believing her words. My boyfriends and I couldn't argue about it because it was just going to make us look suspicious. By the end of the day, every monster began talking about a certain existing Vamwolf. Worse, the humans came rioting at the gate, yelling that the academy should be taken down. Miss Hellcat assured them that she was going to find the murderer. Despite the monsters gossiping about the killer being a Vamwolf, she didn't send for me. She didn't try to question me, even when she knew I was the only existing Vamwolf.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

"What’s your boss doing right now?" After a long pause, he finally sent back a message. "…Am I part of your game now too?" A second later, another message followed, but this time with a video attached. In the video, Liam sat at his desk, brows furrowed, his expression looking vaguely irritated. Before I could get a clear look, Liam suddenly lifted his head, as if sensing something—his sharp gaze locking straight onto the camera. The video jerked violently before cutting off. Busted.

She clutched the door handle and pushed it open, she was mesmerized by the office. The floor was of white shining marbles, almost looking like glass, straight ahead was a big semi circular desk, behind it sat a brown leather chair , on the wall were many pictures, some were of the many awards the company had won and some were pictures of big factories, lavish hotels and malls that the company owned. On the many showcases, sat many artistic paintings and small glass carvings. Rose was mesmerized. The only thing missing was the person who allowed her in. She turned away from the glass paintings and said in a small voice "Hello sir, I'm here" suddenly scared,

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

“I'm supposed to say that?” Brynn paused, giving a glance to the people that also stopped to watch what was happening. Noticing that they weren’t paying attention to us, Brynn turned back to me, voice lowering to a whisper. “The rumor that's going around is that they were threaten to give up their shop.” I blinked, “Who did they piss off?” “Who knows?” She shrugs, “Probably a lord of some sort. I have money on Lord Sunttons.” “He’s an evil bastard.” I frowned.

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

"Yuck! It tastes gross!" Emery had stepped up to the corner of the judicial platform at some point. She watched everything unfold with great interest and a mocking smirk plastered across her face, until the floor was covered in both my blood and Caleb's. It wasn't until the judge summoned the medical staff and the courtroom descended into chaos that she finally stepped forward. She sized me up for a moment with a vicious gaze. "What the hell is wrong with you, Bruce? They're your biological son and grandson, yet you laid your hands on them!