Novel & Cerita Taming The Monster

Did she mean me? When she hung up, she grinned. “There's a monster heading straight for us. Want to help us take it down?” "Did we just encounter another monster?" I asked, my heart pounding. "You know, like a really big, scary creature? Maybe something that used to be a wolf, but now it's gigantic?" “Yes, have you seen one before?” “Not really but this monster could get pissed off if we try to harm it.” "I understand. We're going to try to help them return to normal and bring them down as humanly possible. Our healer has special skills in dealing with the effects of this drug.”

My fingers trembled, the rifle slipping from my grip and clattering to the forest floor. The beast snarls, a low sound that vibrates through my teeth. It wants to finish them, to end the threat with a single swipe of its massive claws. I could feel its claws digging into my mind, trying to prick the thin thread of my humanity. I close my eyes, breathing hard, and picture her, her smile, her eyes, the way she whispered, “Don’t be afraid to run.” "Even if you're a monster, it's for good, you'd never hurt anyone"

“Thane has changed!!! I saw him change….he isn't the monster I once knew him to be.” "He is that monster and more little one…the difference is that the beast inside of him is tamed for now…Thane has always been the beast parents warned their children of right from childhood…I watched how that rage grew and how he almost ruined the lives of everyone around him but somehow, that rage was subsided but I will not allow that to be.” "Why do you want to turn your own son into a monster??!! Why!!” "Because I am a monster and I should have a monster as a son.”

I want him to feel that I was scared. “Try as you like, but you are mine. Mine to use, mortal.” The monster snarled, and I screamed. I screamed inside of my head. I screamed to drown down his words and my eyes snapped open when I actually heard my own voice. “Then I will burn it all to hell and will start with your mate.” The giant fox said, roaring, and I screamed again, jumping on the bed and running to the bathroom when I felt my stomach rebel against me.

No one had seen my true form since that dark day, but it did leave legends of a certain monster. It wasn’t difficult to rein the beast inside like how I initially believed. With the power I had on the wolves, I could command them to stay far away whenever I chose to transform. The only downside to this was the constant shots I had to get to tame him. If it weren’t for those, I had no doubt that I would have to fight him tooth and nail to get a decent amount of control. I was bloodthirsty, but sometimes, his atrocities curled my stomach.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Without hesitation, she mustered every ounce of strength within her and fought back against her attacker. With a swift and desperate motion, Talia scratched at the person behind the mask, her nails tracing a path of defense across his neck. He recoiled, giving her a momentary respite from his tightened grip around her throat. Seizing the opportunity, she summoned her final reserves of energy and pushed against him, sending him stumbling backwards.

She pulled until the monster lay at her feet, cowed, panting, its crimson eyes fixed on her face. She placed her hand on its head. "Feel my touch," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "And be calm." The beast shuddered. The rage in its eyes flickered, dimmed, softened. Its growls faded to whimpers. Its claws retracted. Its fur began to recede. Maddox felt himself returning, consciousness seeping back into his shattered mind. The wolf retreated, curling into a dark corner of his psyche, and he was left on the cold stone floor, naked and trembling and utterly defeated.

A sacrifice offered to appease a powerful clan. This body wasn’t meant to survive tonight. “I’m… scared,” she whispered, voice breaking despite her effort to sound calm. “Please… just give me a moment.” A hand seized her chin, forcing her face upward. “I don’t care about your fear,” he said coldly. Even without seeing him, she could feel the power radiating from him — suffocating, predatory, absolute. “Know your place, Montessori.” Rage flickered through her terror. She struggled against the restraints, but it was useless.

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the