Psych/monk Crossover Novels & Stories

Please don't" pleaseeeee donnnnt. The old man begged me before I killed him, but I could not control myself. That's okay, kill that, that's okay, stab him, don't stop, that's okay, that's okay, don't be afraid, that's okay. Isn't it nice to kill? Hahahahah I killed him I killed him I will kill them they should all die I should get out of here. Running fast is still fast I went back to my trance and my head hurt a lot.

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An elegant pair of brogue monkstraps. This man was still the same. I couldn’t let him know I knew who he was or how I met him. “Do I know you?” “Oh, no. My name is Lucien. Lucien Dracmon.” It had been four years since I made him drown in the waters of loss. It was the reason he did not remember me. My eyes moved to his neck. He had that darn teal necklace on him. I could feel its presence. It probably was the reason I was feeling some kind of way.

I want you, Olivia, I want your body, your soul Olivia, you belong to me, You are mine, my luna, my long lost mate " " Stop..just..stop this is the height of your madness, you are mentally sick and I advise you to go see a doctor, for goodness sakes, I was thinking we could have a normal conversation like adults do but with you, it's so impossible, and stop calling me your luna what the hell is that like what kind of name is that, am nobodies property so get that into your brain and let me go " " We have been having the same conversation for two days now and still you haven't changed your mind at all Olivia "

An elderly monk stood inside. His silver hair framed a weathered face. Calm eyes studied them quietly. For a long moment, nobody spoke. Then the monk looked directly at Zevarion. And froze. Not dramatically. Just enough. Enough to notice. The monk's expression shifted. Recognition. Shock. Maybe even sadness. Elyra saw it immediately. So did Damien. And judging by Victor's expression...... he noticed too. The monk slowly lowered his head. "Welcome." His voice sounded tired. Very tired.

the head Monk replied with a shaky voice and immediately started chanting some incantation that I couldn't understand. I just remained motionless and then I felt my head becoming heavy. I started losing consciousness and thought that the Monk had betrayed me. But a few moments later, I found myself in a room that was filled with a lot of crystals. Each crystal I looked at revealed a fragment of memory that I had forgotten. There were a lot of them, each one displaying a forgotten scene. I saw the memories of my late brother, each one was filled with torture. He was really inhumane at such a young age and our mother was always watching as he tortures me.

‘Let’s go,’ she ordered, standing up from her seat behind the mahogany desk and briskly rushed past a stunned, but impressed Aaron, who without a sound simply followed her. What was once a peaceful and quiet morning turned into utter pandemonium as screams echoed through the Burrow. Chaos ran rampant through the pack members as panic, anger and terror rained down heavily through their shared mental bond. The weight of it was almost crushing as Alexa raced through the pack house, closely followed by her tormentor and Beta, Aaron.

Even before the monk was done speaking, a shard also flew right into his throat. He could not fend himself off, nor did he have the chance to struggle. He was filled with disbelief when he saw the red blood spurting out of his throat. “The Rakshasa Monks? “You people are nothing compared to Frankie Garcia and the others… “Zoe Garcia’s way above your league too…” The monk realized something after hearing those names. He could not believe it when he finally figured out Harvey’s identity. But in the next moment, he fell to the ground, paralyzed with boundless hatred and shock showing in his eyes.

She twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. Weston and David let out a horrific gasp when they saw the figure ahead of them. _________________________________ Maddox stepped in the monastery, all the monks were sitting on the temple, their eyes closed and they were focused. He remembered the scene where he first came here. The monks had caged him up. This time he was a little prepare...if they call for a blood bath then he would happily do it. Removing his shoes before entering the temple, he didn't utter a word but rang a bell upon his head.

I quickly took my clothes off, grabbed another glass bottle from the desk, and filled it with what was overflowing. At that moment, Matthew's face appeared in my mind. I imagined his hands on me, squeezing me hard. The fire burning inside me only grew hotter, and the ache deep within me became impossible to ignore. When I looked at the full bottle in my hand, I felt this strange emptiness. Doing it like this always left me frustrated. I wondered what if Matthew just drank it straight from me? It would be so thrilling. Dinner time came around. I sat at the table with Nicholas and his family.