My Muse Was A Monster Novels & Stories

"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'

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

“I want you to feel everything you made her feel. Every second of fear. Every drop of doubt.” Carlo’s men stepped in, surrounding Marcus. “No one’s coming to save you,” Carlo said. “Your time is up.” Marcus raised his hands higher. “You think you’re a god now?” Carlo stared at him. “No. I’m the executioner.” Then he gave the order. “Take him.” Marcus tried to run. But it was too late. Days later The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Kristen stood by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. She was still shaken by the events that took place.

“You’re not them. And that’s the problem.” I glare up at him, defiant despite the pounding of my heart, despite the heat pooling low in my stomach from his closeness. “Then what am I, huh? Some new toy? Something for your ego to conquer?” He leans in, his breath warm and sinful against my lips but not touching. “You’re my muse.” I scoff, feeling all emotions at once. His muse? What does that even mean? I was not is painting. I was not his poem. Not a tragic masterpiece he could destroy and claim it to be beautiful.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

I knew that scar. Alpha Merrin. My nightmare. The monster I’d spent ten years running from. He lifted a hand, and the music died instantly. The silence that followed was so sharp I swore I could hear my own pulse screaming in my ears. He stood. Walked toward me. My body wanted to flee but my legs were locked in place. My entire body shook despite my desperate effort to hide it. My wolf submitted instantly. No. No. How could the Moon Goddess bind me to the monster who killed my father?

Good thing he was finger-fucking me under the table, so we were safe. However, while I was riding on the wave of desires, rocking daddy’s fingers, Mommy’s voice came through. “Are you okay, Melissa? You’re sweating.” My eyes snapped open instantly. I was neck-deep in big shit!!!!

She cries out in pain at the new position because now, she's hanging onto my grip to remain upright. “What is wrong with you?” She shudders, her eyes wide with doelike innocence that would've challenged my conscience if I'd any. Mine. My Beast growls. A twitch works my jaw as I release her, momentarily disturbed by the possessive thought. “You are going to be my muse, just as you are.” I declare, daring her to challenge me. Defiance and resentment drips from her trembling words, “Not in a million years.” Keep. My Beast growls again and this time I concur.

What a monster. ************