The Cursed Monster Author Novels & Stories

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

Regards, Matthew Andreason, The Kingston Group of Companies' representative. Faith sighed as she read the email. It felt as if she was ready to sign her soul over to the devil, and in a way, she was. He was the devil, but as she gazed at the small glass globe on her table, she wondered whether her soul had ever belonged to her since she met him.

Next to everyones name except for mine was the word deceased. As I turned the pages there were drawings of what the author thought was my monster but the more pages I flipped through, the more the images changed and began to resemble me and the way I looked when I shifted. A large black monster neither wolf nor vampire but something in between, it had the extended teeth of a vampire but a snout like a wolf, the ears were small and pinned to the head whilst the body was huge, muscle after muscle bulging everywhere. A thin layer of black fur coated the dark skin whilst razor sharp claws were protruding from the hands and feet, it really was a disgusting sight but that was one hundred percent m

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

Now, he needs something of this magnitude; to unmake vampires. He would use it to threaten Elijah into submitting the time machine to him. Darin’s cure just required a simple spell and Elijah didn’t know about this, he thought that everything was possible with science. Roman too believed in science but he handled the diabolical things the diabolical way. Darin’s illness was caused by magic and can only be undone by magic.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

I stretched out my hand to pull out the piece of paper from his mouth when daggers flew in but we were quick enough to dodge them. They looked at me that I was fine then immediately charged towards where the dagger was thrown. I was about to open the piece of paper when a man in mask charged towards me. We fought and I noticed there was something strange about him. Though I could tell he was a werewolf but he used a strange magic which was known only to the witches. I finally pinned him down “Who are you and who do you work for?” I demanded having my claws ready to slit his throat

I left the volume that I was reading and came over and took a look. “Is that it?” I asked, I had never seen it before, only Damon had. “Yes,” he nodded and tapped his finger on the picture of the monster. I looked at the name – it was called a Wendigo! “A wendigo,” I muttered. “That’s the fucker…” he said. “What’s this down here?” I pointed to the description printed at the bottom, and read. “Wendigo are dead cursed wolves, their souls are trapped in their body and they are vengeful. The curse can only be broken by the Blood of a Goddess.”

The monster that lived beneath human skin, the creature that had been calling to her from shadows with voices that spoke of hunger deeper than physical need. And she hadn't run. "The curse," I said finally, the words scraping my throat raw. Speaking of it aloud felt like tearing open wounds that had never properly healed. "It wasn't... it wasn't something I chose." Catherine leaned forward slightly, her attention so complete it made me feel like the only person in the world. "Tell me." Two words that opened floodgates I'd kept sealed for twenty-seven years. Because no one had ever asked for the story, had ever wanted to understand how a man could become the kind of monster that existed in ni

"Good morning, Ms. Ahri Hauntsen." Ahri smiled and replied, "Good morning children, today is my last day as your volunteer teacher. I have prepared a good story for you." The children clapped their hands while going back to their seats. Ahri opened the book entitled Peculiar Morass. She cleared her throat before starting to narrate. "Once upon a time there were two people who were cursed to hate each other. They are bound to be reincarnated again and again." "Why are they cursed, anyway?" The kid with a pigtail interrupted.