My Muse Was A Monster Novels & Stories

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

I’d been hiding from another family fight, the kind that started with shouting and ended in silence that lasted weeks. He had golden eyes, feral and bright, and a voice like laughter on the wind. He called me Little Moon. Said I was going to bloom no matter how long it took. I wanted to believe him. I wanted us to bloom together. But afterward, he gave me this bracelet and vanished like a ghost. Sometimes I wondered if I’d imagined him. I wondered if it was because of how desperate I was for companionship, that I often imagined him in my head and created him in my dreams.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

“I’m sure Mom wasn’t thrilled about lending it to you, considering.” Honestly, it feels like it’s slicing into my neck and when I catch a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrors mounted on the walls surrounding us, all I can think of is Bluebeard and the gift he made of the ruby choker to his young wife. What it foreshadowed. Cielo watches me shudder. He shakes his head. “Don’t embarrass me tonight, Tina.” “Embarrass you?” “With him. I know you’re looking for him. I’m not stupid.”

Wanda asked, her voice softening slightly. I thought of Lucien standing in that study, shaking but refusing to give up. I thought of the way I had let everyone else write my story for twenty-one years. "I realized that if I’m going to be a monster in their eyes anyway, I might as well be a monster who plays the cello."

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

Looking at the scary monster in front of her, Giselle suddenly realized that she actually did not want to die. She also temporarily forgot about the main problem in her life which was that she got betrayed by the people she most trusted. "Monster.." She screamed pointed towards the scary looking man who scratched his head. Monster? Did she just called him a monster? He was the most handsome son of Moon goddess and this little thing just called him a monster. He was considered a precious beauty.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

Louis muttered, glancing back at me before moving back out to the dock where they were setting up to fish late into the evening. "He ain't wrong, but the next time I hear you call yourself a monster," Beau said, helping me off the counter I was perfectly capable of hopping off myself. "I might tan that pretty behind of yours so mind you keep those thoughts to yourself," he growled low into my ear, something churned low in my stomach, was it the threat? His stance? The drop in octave of his voice or the vibration I felt from his chest without him touching me? I wasn't sure, but I was ending it. "Do I need to remind you I almost killed a man from inside my head, Beau? Just because my monster d

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.