Profaned Capital Hand Monster Novels & Stories

Shadow bot feels too real to be just an illusion. Again I hear the voice of my professor_ " Elisabeth, fight, protect yourself,". He tells me too. I get up on my feet _ hopping with one leg. The monster once again was navigating towards me_ he brought forward his hand and just when I thought I'd be getting my throat squeezed_ I screamed the first thing that popped into my head.. "Allium restoto,"..

“Is this-” Mattel smiles. Regina’s hand curls into a tight fist at the center of Mattel’s chest, her own lips pressing together into a devastated line. “I told you,” She says with a vehemence that seizes Mattel’s breath. “That you are not a monster to be slain.” Mattel lifts Regina’s hand and carefully uncurls it from the fist, laying her fingers out gently. “So you have,” he says. “But I think that would be a falsehood. I am a monster.”

The sound was deafening. There were a few shouts of pain as dust and smoke billowed in from the now bare windows and the open doorway. “Da! Petrov did it again!” Grisha cheered as he slowly stood. “Dammit, I will owe him a bottle of Vodka now!” Monster’s great big, hulking body remained on the floor, though he raised his head to stare at the madman who stood laughing above him. “You are insane!” Grisha tisked and brushed the debris from his shoulders. “No, Monster man,” he copied Crow’s nickname. “I am alive! Ha-ha!”

"My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!" "I'm going to cut your hands off to avenge my daughter!" On and on they went. I could barely breathe as they surrounded me and attacked me, both physically and verbally. This situation made me freeze for a moment. After taking a deep breath, I tried to make my escape, but Harvey held me in place and bellowed, "How dare you try to run after assaulting so many women? What makes you think you can get away with it, huh? You need to pay for your crimes!"

putting aside the fact who is victim and culprit . *Sob*. "please leave me" *Sob*. "please leave me" *Sob*. "please leave me" . . . . Finally he left my hand and I quickly took my injured hand to see it's bleeding and red , his shoes sole is tattooed on my hand's upper region and blood is coming out from it . I hugged my battered hand to sooth some pain . He is truly a monster... *sob* ...devil.... *Sob*. demon... *sob*.

His deep frown turned upward. Its hand tried to point right at me but Rai blocks its path with his blade. The monster creepily laughs. His neck extended and his head did a full front twirl in front of him and said, "Trrr...aaa.iii.ttt.ooorrr." Traitor. "Thhhee..oobbii..ddiieentt... sonnn

he looks at it with disbelief “UU!!! how can we defeat that monster!”- David. his eyes were shaking and can’t think straight anymore The fear starts eating their brave heart and enveloping them in deep darkness. This monster can’t be defeated by just improving in a month. It needed more time and more opportunities to win this battle, but everything about that was not available anymore. *GRRRUOOOOOOO!!!!* Clenching its 2 giant fists the red body of the Gigante suddenly went redder and steam can be seen going out from its red body

My eyes blaze as Enrique raises his other hand, a blast of blinding power throwing the chupacabra back where it lets out a strangled blood curdling scream before it incinerates completely just as another one pushes out from the crack. Enrique turns, but this time I beat him to it. Raising my hand, I send a wave of light surrounded by glowing petals at the monster. A move that looks more beautiful than dangerous, but the moment it touches him it is torn apart, and I look away as bits of the monster fly everywhere. No! I wasn’t trying to do that! Oh, that’s gross! I am trying to hold back my powers but I’m still overdoing it… I try not to think of the thing I killed and try to remind myself he

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

The light smashes into my chest, making me stumble, but I remain on my feet. Turning back to Taylor, I narrow my eyes with shock when I end up facing some kind of grotesque monster. “Taylor?” I ask. What the hell? The monster-Taylor opens its mouth and gives me a glimpse of sharp rotting teeth before he lets out a booming roar. I can’t believe it. How is it possible that Taylor can turn into a monster? Taylor is massive, with a gaunt pallor and a bald head. His whole body is bursting with overinflated muscles. It looks like his skin is so tight that all you see is what is underneath. His eyes are still glowing, and in his left hand, there’s a large metal ax. His chest is heaving under the s