Monsters University Celia Novels & Stories

After exchanging handshakes, I followed Cecelia heading to the toilet while her boyfriend and Maverick stayed. "What are you doing?" Cecelia was startled when she found me inside the female toilet room. I even made sure to lock the door so no one would get in. "Cecelia, didn't you hear what I said earlier?" I said. "You need to get out of this place as soon as possible. There's a monster on the loose." "Aren't you one of those monsters, Gaius?" she slides to the door in a rush but I blocked the door which made her step back.

"Wait... so this is your line of business?" I stammered, staring at Celia in disbelief. She smirked, "Where do you think all my money comes from? "Your greed and lust brought you here." One of her henchmen grabbed and dragged me into a dark room as Celia signaled him with a wave of hand. I saw Kevin inside. He was skinny, pale, and vacant-eyed; it was clear he had suffered greatly. "Kevin! You… " I called out.

She was only 18 years old. "Your majesty," Melanie bowed. "Meet my friend, Kivu and this is my Rita. They attend our university" Melanie said. Clara was surprised, she didn't know there were banshees in the university. Everyone looks so normal on the outside until you meet them in strange places. "It's nice to meet you and just call my Clara" she told them. But the look on their face told her they wouldn't. What's With these people?. She sighed internally.

But underneath that ache… there was something else. Readiness. I stepped out of my room. The hallway was quiet, but the voices were clearer now—coming from downstairs. I followed them. The living room had been transformed overnight. Tables covered in laptops. Screens lit with maps. Camera feeds. Names. Photos. It looked less like a home… and more like a command center. And in the middle of it— Dante. Kai. Luca. They didn’t notice me at first. Dante stood over one of the tables, sleeves rolled up again, jaw tight as he studied something on the screen.

There isn't even the light of the moon shining in the sky. The single door to the cement building is unlocked, and I push it open. I enter. The echo of my steps sends chills up my spine, and the door falls closed behind me. At the end of a room is a cell with long, metal bars connecting the floor to the ceiling. Her wolf stands inside like it has been taxidermied—preserved. That's is, until it senses me.

A magical social feed opened like a twisted version of F******k. RonanDuskbane posted: “New moon training group meets at midnight. If you’re too slow, don’t bother showing up.” KaelithD posted a poll: “Who’s hotter: me, or me on fire?” Faculty Reminder: “Do not summon demons in the cafeteria again.” I sat back and let out a long, slow breath. Magic. Memory loss. Monsters. And a talking wolf in my head. This was going to be wild.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

“You can do that?” “Oh yes, these things are necessary to accomplish the job at hand,” replied Candy. “And what exactly is this job? You mentioned the Reaper, am I to collect souls?” “No, you’re not that kind of reaper. You kill monsters, at least what humans would define as monsters.” “What are you talking about, there’s no such thing as monsters,” replied Dale knowingly. “I’ll have you know there’s a monster in this very college, which was where we were headed until a certain stone statue fell on my master’s head,” said Candy.

Lazar: What? Celia busted laughing uncontrollably. Elliot caught her shining face and smiled warmly from afar. Lazar: No, seriously. What he blabbered? Why are you laughing? Celia kept laughing. Lazar: Celia, you’re standing on the lizard. She jumped all of a sudden. Lazar: Now it’s my turn. Ha! Ha! Ha! She rubbed her hands to the ground. Lazar: Hey, why are you doing that? Celia: Your shirt looks dazzling!

When Celia came back to herself, she stared at Hayley in shock. So she really did have a mental ability. Hayley met her gaze, raised a brow, and smiled. "I remember you trying to scam free food yesterday. Guess today's your lucky day." She lifted her hand again. A massive wall of water surged up in front of them. With a loud bang, it exploded outward, blasting the zombies in front of her clean away. "Griffin, open it." Her tone was lazy, almost casual, as she used her water ability. Celia's breath caught again.