My Muse Was A Monster Novels & Stories

Says a woman from the audience. "Did she just…" "Miss Megan." I glare up and find the host in distress. Megan's face turned red, and their eyes bulged out. "This is impossible! Released all the monsters!" She cried out as each gate opened at her command. I eyed every gate as they opened one by one letting all the monsters lose. Each monster that had participated stepped out in hostile mode. "Kill her!" All the monsters charged at me as I was in the center to be crushed. I feel the power from inside as it builds up in my hand with enough magid. I hit my fist to the ground creating an earthquake. Everyone from the coliseum ran for their lives.

she said while grinning. Suddenly some people came wearing a laboratory coats and I was surprised by the equipment they were holding. "I'll wait for you to wake up again, but you're no longer the old Maximus I used to know. You'll be a new monster like me, you will feel what I've felt and you'll be a villain forever," Mystique said and I was very angry. "You're not alone in this world because I'm also a monster like you!" I said angrily.

An era where I stopped pretending to be a benevolent ruler and became what my biology required me to be. I walked to the balcony. I looked up at the Shattered Moon. The fragments hung there. They were tantalizing. They were broken. They were waiting for the gravity well that only she could provide. My vision blurred at the edges. Tunnel vision. The silver glow of the moon fragments became jagged streaks of white light. She thought she had won because she broke my machine. She thought she had escaped because she jumped into the dark. But she didn't understand. I wasn't just a scientist. I was the first monster. And monsters didn't need keys to open doors.

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.

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.

It was a human in an animal body , it had a muscular body covered in fur , sharp claws and fangs and its eyes were shining brightly in dark brown . I felt the chills run down my spine , it was the monster, the monster was here to kill us . I heard the chains of most of the girls breaking off and so did mine , but due to the shock , she couldn’t move , but instead she stood rooted to a spot . Everyone of the girls ran away into the woods trying to run away from the monster . I turned and saw the monster staring directly into my eyes . The shock on me instantly disappeared and I dashed into the bush for my life just like everyone else .

"They’re through the wards, Kaelor. The song is breaking." A scream ripped through the air—a high, melodic note that ended in a wet gurgle. Across the plaza, a Muse fell. Her white robes soaked up the red from the floor like a sponge. "There!" Lucian’s voice echoed off the quartz spires. "The traitor and his pet!" Kaelor’s jaw unhinged. A sickening pop. His spine arched, his tunic shredding as gray fur exploded from his pores. He wasn't a man anymore. He was a hunk of silver-threaded muscle and hunger.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

I cried. Wait! Was I talking to him or his statue? Did he hear me or I was wasting my time? "I think my mom is already done with the monster by now."I thought before summoning her in my room. "Artie. Anu? H.How did this happen to him? Who did this?"mother breathed the moment she appeared in the room. "His mom did this to him. I wonder how a mother would think of hurting her own child."I said sounding surprised.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead