Monsters Inc Roz Novels & Stories

The immense and pointy teeth, non docile, beautifully wild, a creature made to rip, dilacerate, devour… but even so, completely beautiful. I fall asleep on porch bench. At my feet, Adam finally rests, his neck resting on my ankles, protecting me with his warm body, in this somber dark moon night.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

I can see a hint of purple and black twisting through the gusts of air, and I know my mate is right at the center of the tornado. Once the shed is in ruins the tornado circling the shed comes to a stop. Loud crashing fills the air and I turn just in time to see a large table fall on top of Ella, crushing her arm between the edge of the table and the ground. I can hear the sickening crack of her bones from where I am standing, and I know that her arm is broken. Much to my surprise my Little Vixen is on her feet within seconds, clutching her wounded arm to her chest. I watch as the two circle one another as they are each waiting for the other to make the first move. Just as I am about to

he said, inserting another coin, but he still failed to get the rabbit out. "I know you're an incubus, but that doesn't mean you can be perfect at everything," I said, while the man in charge of the claw machine darted his eyes between Lucian and me. He wasn't even surprised that I just called Lucian an incubus, which clearly meant that the humans here in Velmora knew about the monsters here. "Just give it up, Lucian. I don't really need it anyway," I murmured, just so he'd stop.

“Just a little more, Henry…” Fifteen minutes later, we strolled into the supermarket. “What are we getting?” I asked. Henry shrugged. “Don't know… anything. I mean it's a Sunday—maybe we could get some ice cream.” “Hmm… maybe we could buy an Ouija board.” Henry glanced at me in confusion. “Why that?” “Don't know…” I replied, with a shrug of my own. “I feel like doing something evil.” He rolled his eyes. “Just get whatever you want, Rosie—”

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Guiding her ball of moonlight into the doorway. “Holy shit!” Trent exclaimed, striding inside. My Luna and Andrew followed him. When Zoey and I made it to the doorway, we were met with walls of books. From the scent of them, they were very old. Brianna pulled a large tome from a shelf; she sniffed it, making a face, like she wanted to drop the book immediately. Instead, she gritted her teeth and opened it, her eyes roving over the pages. My guess, as Wyatt Fontenot’s mate, she could have only become a beast like him, or a wolf, at the least. Much of the magic of a rougarou was kept secret within their packs. Rumors had it, they could see and sense more than an average wolf; I had heard stori

THIRD PERSON'S POV: Rose was dressed in a modest blue cottage core dress, it came a little above her knees and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Her hair was done in a crown around her head. She had kept her makeup to a minimum and stained her lips a soft pinkish color. Eric looked at her hungrily from the dining table while she arranged the plates. The stare was enough to make her flinch but she dare not do so with Amy around. Her dad was about to come back home.

Matthew asked with a smile. Rose was dumbstruck for a moment, but then she clenched her hands and smiled back confidently. “Yeah!” Rose turned her attention towards the zombie now. With Matthew out of the way, she could use a higher tier magic now. “[Flame Arrows]!” Flaming projectiles came flying from a magic circle around Rose’s hand and towards the zombie. “Groaa!!” The arrows stuck into the zombie’s body. Rose kept casting more spells.”[Lightning Bolt]! [Arcane Blade]!”