Monsters Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

Broken bones, broken head, every little part of humans who had come across the path of the hungry monsters and failed to escape, and have been eaten and gone to the monsters belly. Quiet whispers can be heard under the tunnel, where most civilians who had gone out from their home to be poured down by the rain had taken shelter on. Now they know that the rain would not bring them any miracle at all. It will be forever deemed as the day they were cursed by the god to their greed. Because, It was a call from the monsters. Their call for their hunger. It was too late for them to realize this when the monsters suddenly appeared one by one, attacking them and picking them up to put them into their

My parents went limp on the sofa, their voices trembling. "It's over. It's all over!"

Leave me you monster " I shout in my frightened condition and kicked his leg which is over my foot with my free one. Due to the force of the kick he fall down and I tried to got up by pushing myself up with my both hands but my left leg is not supporting me . Because this monster has kicked it . But somehow I drag myself away from him . But I got pulled back by my injured leg by none another than monster himself pulled me back . " Leave me I don't want this , you can't touch me without my permission .... It's a crime " I shout on him in pure anger . I was shouting on him all this with trying to get rid from his hold. As soon as he pulled me completely towards him, he immediately climbed on m

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him.” ―Caitlyn Siehl

The previous Ava would've jumped at the chance to prove she wasn't a baby, but I couldn't be bothered at this point. "I'm scared," I confessed. "I know, baby. I do, but I need you to listen. You must run when I tell you to. No looking back. Promise me." Swallowing, I gave her a small nod. Slowly, the shadows around us began to materialise. We were being surrounded. Except for my muffled cries, nothing could be heard and when the smoke finally cleared away, I saw them— Monsters. That was the only word I could describe them as…

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

My voice came out sharp, almost bitter, but trembling beneath the surface. “You know the reason.” I turned to leave, my heels scraping against the pavement, but his hand shot out, wrapping around mine, pulling me back. “What reason?” His voice was low, urgent, like a man begging not to be left behind. His grip tightened around me. “Lyra… tell me. What reason?” I leaned closer, my lips near his ear, my whisper sharp enough to wound. “You’re a monster.” His entire body went rigid. “Human and monsters,” I breathed, my chest heaving, “shouldn’t be together.”

His gaze drifted past Elena…past Damon…and even past Draco. And even though his voice was barely more than a rasp, the words came with crystal clarity. “They’re…coming…Monsters.”

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."