Monsters University Claire Wheeler 소설 & 이야기

"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."

a voice cut in from outside the cell. I lifted my head slightly. “The Moon Goddess,” I said, a small smile touching my lips. “Ha. Yeah, right,” Claire laughed as she pushed the door open and walked in. “Just admit it. You are finally losing your mind.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Why don’t you believe me?” “Because the Moon Goddess is not real,” she said with a mocking smile. “That is like saying you believe in fairies.” I let out a quiet chuckle. “And that is like you saying you do not believe in werewolves. Which makes sense, since you do not even believe in yourself.”

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

I sniffled, and continued to watch my show over her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” Claire patted me on the back. Sure, why not? I thought. “She was the first girl he’d liked since his girlfriend was murdered, but then he had to ki…kill her,” I wailed. “Because she turned into a werewolf!” Claire stared at me, hand still on my back. “You know, the music teacher at Greenfield Academy just quit,” she said finally. “They’re desperate for a replacement. It’s the middle of auditions for the Christmas pageant. That’s a really big deal for them.”

Its tail lifted as it padded forward, head tilted, eyes roaming over the students as if they were toys. A glint of amusement flashed in its gaze. In that instant, everyone understood. This monster was intelligent. It had waited for the lecturer to leave, gathered its prey, and then come to hunt. Dozens of students pressed into the corner of the gym. Faced with that towering shape, no one could even consider fighting back. Then someone shoved the wheelchair. Barbara had no time to react. She and the chair tipped forward and crashed onto the floor. The monster noticed immediately and took a few slow steps closer.

However, the commotion outside started to become loud and if Claire couldn't convince Ellen to stay away from Mila, then it was very likely that her best friend would be hurt. "Tell me what happened?" Aaric urged Claire, he really hated this situation where someone seemed to be keeping a secret and was hesitating. “How can you tell that Mila is a non- human being?” Claire took a deep breath and her gaze was drawn toward the large window behind Aaric and Mila. She knew it was only a matter of time before the special forces members managed to get into the house and arrest Mila. "I am a member of that special forces," Claire admitted. "I am trained to distinguish between non- human beings, espe

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

I reply like she's the dummy, “Claire Eastwood, Queen of Sabbel High and cheerleader captain of the Sabbel Boars. Girlfriend to the team captain and king of Sabbel High Also… Second-rated teen influencer with over a million followers short of being the top, aren't you that Claire Eastwood?” She growls into the phone, “You better watch your back, you and little musketeers ‘cause if you pigged-faced sluts think you can take what I— ” I cut off her tirade, “It's already taken Claire, stop panting over it.” I end the call and my phone rings again and I check the caller ID before answering, “Did you find anything?” “He was either raised by a monk to explain his strict routines or he's onto us,” M

Her eyes are completely black – no whites, no irises, just two solid, liquid voids that look entirely demonic. I freeze, my survival instincts screaming at me to run, but Victor places a steadying hand on my lower back, guiding me forward. “Claire,” Victor says warmly, stepping past me to plant a quick, familiar kiss on her cheek. “I brought the latest investment from the coast.” The woman smiles, the terrifying effect of her black eyes softening instantly into something genuinely warm and welcoming. She steps around the desk. “Leia Thornwood. We’ve been anticipating your arrival. I’m Claire Lester, Mistress of the Academy.”

One raised his weapon. Clara spoke. Voice amplified by magic. "Leave now. Go home. You do not have to die here." The leader sneered. "Witch. You are protecting monsters. That makes you a monster too." "These monsters have families. Children. Lives. They are not your enemy." "They are abominations. And you are one too." He opened fire. Clara threw up a shield. Silver energy. The bullets bounced off. Harmless. The other hunters started shooting. A wall of gunfire. Deafening.