The Monster Inside Me Book Novels & Stories

Her love had buried the darkness away but I still feared that one day the barrier would break and the monster inside me would resurface once more. I don't know why but I found myself walking towards our favorite spot and pulled out a novel. Her favorite book. After by Anna Toad. It kinda felt like the story somehow related to our actual life like Chelsea was Tessa and I was Hardin. He had darkness as well just like me. Mr. Smith was right Chelsea had changed me into a better person, a person that was trapped inside me sheldied by the darkness that made me cold. I missed everything about her. This place didn't seem that special in her absence. I took a photo of the book I was reading and sent

They were filled with abhorrence that I have no idea why. As time passed, I knew what I was becoming. A monster, a beast that was only read in books. I have read them countless times because I’ve heard them countless times. My curiosity consumed me and so I cannot help but read about it. It hadn’t crossed my mind that there could be a possibility that they’re real. This man before me bit me in the shoulder. He didn’t let go until blackness consumed me. Now, screaming and writhing on the forest floor because I was turning into one. They’re real. He’s one of those beasts.

I had always feared this Zachary because this Zachary is the only one who had killed my family and made me shed tears of blood. As his penetrating gaze bore into mine, I wished nothing but to let some magic happen and bring that Zachary back who was decent enough to cook, to play with Claire, to act warmly with me. " This is me, September. The f-cking monster. AND YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO LOVE THAT MONSTER." He barked, creasing the side of my neck. I was unable to react in any way as my nerves were already dropped in fear. Monster. How can one love the monster?

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

Like a monster being born, birthed from my wounded pride and the reluctance to face any guilt of my own, scared of what that would say about me. Chloe had better wake up, because if she doesn’t, I’m scared of what this monster inside could turn into.

I leaned in to his touch, not caring that the hand that held me so lovingly had ripped a man’s still-beating heart from his chest only moments ago. “No, no I don’t think I am,” I confessed, my voice airy with the threat of tears as I hugged my arms tight around myself. “I can feel the darkness growing inside of me.” “Hey, hey look at me.” He tilted my face up so I had to look into his eyes. “It’ll be okay. You don’t have to give into it if you don’t want to.” “The problem is that I—I think I do,” I cried, my trembling hands desperately clinging to his vest. “It felt good when I killed that guy, too good. What if Lilith was right, and I’m becoming the monster I was born to be?”

So I choose to listen to the one person who knew me from the inside out. Breathe, Sage. You are alright. No monster is gonna get you. The monsters under the bed aren’t real. I breathe, I replay Sax’s words in my mind over and over till they sink in yet when I open my eyes, I realize… My sister lied. The monsters are very real because one of them is standing in front of me, looking right through me the way a predator does when he knows he has the prey caught in his snare. “W-What are y-you…”

Chapter 88 Elion Moore. The rage that tore through my veins was swift. Violent. Feral. One thin line from exploding. It didn't just rip through every nerve in me, it devoured the last shred of rationality I had left, leaving me intoxicated beyond control. Not even my wolf's warning and resistance could quench the storm raging inside me. At that moment, something in me snapped. I wasn't Elion anymore. I was a monster. The monster that I was always rumored to be.

You liked it. “I didn’t.” Didn’t you? Shapes formed in the miasma, faces, bodies, the vampires I’d burned alive in the Hall. Their screams tore through the silence until I had to shut my eyes. When I looked again, they were gone. Ah, Illusions. They were all just illusions. Accept the monster you are. Accept your uniqueness. It’s what sets you apart. It’s what makes you even more powerful. My throat tightened. I shook my head, whispering continuously to the air with a trembling breath. “I’m not a monster.”