My Muse Was A Monster Novels & Stories

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

Jaxson’s POV Parking a block down the street from the address that Tristan had given me on the phone, I was more than ready to find Tyler and make in pay, as the moonstone’s powers grew stronger, feeding its power into me. I want to believe that the power was being sent from our Moon Goddess to the moonstone, knowing that it was now in my possession and that I was going to war against the monster that had taken so many of her offspring, because I didn’t want to believe the alternative.

She gathered her strength and threw a huge amount of light onto it. She was about to get in touch with Captain Moss. Captain Moss was informed about the second abduction in the Parabola. He called in the second set of witnesses for an interview. *-*-*-*-*-*-* In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorn

I screeched, flashes of Layla’s body being torn in half searing the flesh of my eyelids as I squeezed my eyes shut, straining against the claws that dug into my flesh before snapping my eyes open. The monster was leaning on one knobby knee now, and I could have sworn it had arranged its droopy facial muscles so that it appeared to be smiling. “I’m certain you will Nola Reynolds, I'll make sure of it. Put her to sleep.” The creature sang, the lilt in his baritone turning to eyes as he turned away, a split second before a bolt of panic shot through me and the world went dark.

It was something I haven't felt before, even when I had subconsciously created the monsters for the first time. "Good girl. That's it." Karissa praised me from somewhere close by. Her voice held a hint of pride. I opened my eyes and saw a black swirling mist, bigger than the two I had created before. I gasped and stared at it with Karissa who placed her hand on my shoulder from behind me. Fifteen seconds later, the mist expanded further and began to drop my monsters. "Shit. They are bigger than the last," I whispered to myself but Karissa answered me.

For royal families to travel to these events is a tradition, Aunt Martha told me. "I am anxious for you to meet Maxon. My cousin is a wonderful man; we are all waiting for him to find his muse. He says he already found it, but it slipped through his fingers, but knowing him, it shouldn't take him long to find it," said Elena. "Muse?" I said, confused. "Ha, I forgot there were still some terms you didn't know, for werewolves. It's MATE for us; it's MUSA OR MUSE for women."

But of course the Moon Goddess would curse a monster like him with a bond that his partner didn’t even want. His next words came hesitantly. “Is that how you see me? Just a monster?” She stared at his chest, her expression unreadable, before she whispered, “A monster wouldn’t ask.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “You’re worse—you want me to want this, even if I don’t.” His heart cracked. A sudden raw wound ripped open by her words. What was worse than a monster? Him, obviously. He fought the urge to lash out, to destroy. Destroy what? He didn’t know.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”