My Muse Was A Monster Novels & Stories

She's a monster. I finally give in and everything blacks out.

I tried to catch the ground with my claws until something pierced my skin, and it held me from falling down the hill. And then, Hedore I know it; I was pulled back up with the metal. It is poisonous. I can feel its burns, as it acts like acid on my skin. It burns greatly, and I am not screaming. Rather, I am filled with such anger that it makes pain get scared of me. I am not doing this anymore. "Never!" Screans the Mu monster at me. In this moment, he is very pissed, and he would do anything to these species, so that is what he plans.

The weight of their memories swelled within her—her laughter merging with theirs in her mind, a triumphant song against the monsters lurking within. The crew’s efforts in the physical realm were proving effective, she could sense it. Deep within her consciousness, the pulsing pressure of the monster began to crack under the weight of her resistance. She could feel the surge of energy around her, driving back the illusions, yet the monster fought back ferociously, unleashing a series of shadowy tentacles that lunged toward her.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

Tamar promises to cover for her if her guard detail of Dean, Walker, Ross and Brent wakes up. After that, as Miriam ran towards the Misty Mountain Pack border, she listened to music on her headphones and sang along. "I'm friends with the monster That's under my bed. Get along with the voices Inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy?" The Monster by Eminem and Rihanna.

I pulled free first, “Sorry. But don’t think this counts for anything, I’m still mad at you.” “Fair enough,” he kissed my cheek, “But before we start, know that I won’t be able to answer everything.” I sat on my desk, “Then answer this, who was that voice?” “You’re Muse,” he said lightly. I stared at him blankly, “What do you mean?” “Everyone has some form of music in their souls,” he explained, “But a musician has a unique Muse inside of them, whether it be classical, rock, or a mixture of both.”

“She had this look in her eyes, something I’ve never seen before, not in a person anyway. Maybe an animal, like one of the bobcats my dad’s shot. I don’t even think they looked so wild, so… evil.” Listening to him brought chills to Beth, and she rubbed her arms. Thinking it was the AC that was making her uncomfortable, Michael reached over and slid the bar on the dash, making it slightly warmer. “What do you think it was?” Beth asked, afraid to hear the answer. “I know exactly what it was.” His words came slow, like saying it out loud would unleash some sort of demonic presence into their town. Beth had a feeling it might be too late to prevent that. “It was a pill bottle.”

“I’m certain you will. You’re our best member after all.” --- My smile widened as I stuffed the pouch full of gold coins into my satchel. The captain was generous enough to give me some bonus coins because he, apparently, liked the gruesome claw and bite marks that I left on the coachman’s body. My recent target had molested more than ten women, including a prepubescent 12-year-old, so I understood Mr. Morgan’s sentiments. It was definitely Calum Reed’s handiwork, but for a few more coins, I didn’t mind taking credit.

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'