The Monster Inside Me Book Novels & Stories

I have no idea what the hell lives inside of me, other than the fact that I'm half monster. What other fucked up shit will I do in life if I carried on? It's one of the things that have plagued me my entire existence, not knowing what all lives inside of me. I could train myself to be a million things. Read all the books in the world, but nothing will ever change my DNA. And my DNA is fucked.

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

He was used to me trying to run wild and attack someone but this time, it was attacking me from within. I was able to communicate with Damon in a manner I could not tell, right in the midst of the chaos. “Get..Get me Selene!” I gasped sharply, growling and snarling in between. I threw myself against the walls, flinging and crashing into objects and furniture ferociously. Something I had hidden for years came to the lamplight. Everyone now knows I am a monster. In no time, Selene and Damon rushed in. “What the hell?” I heard Selene, exclaim in shock.

I had read about them, but the ones I read didn’t hold much detail, and it was apparently because I was more of a movie type than a bookworm. I had asked for permission to leave the school from Miss Hellcat, and she granted me a go-ahead. That woman seriously needed to be admitted into a psychiatric clinic. What kind of headmistress allows violence to run rampant in her school and sits back like it's a soap opera? Then again, she already told me it wasn’t the regular school I was used to. I wandered between the towering shelves until I found what I needed. There were so many books about supernatural beings, but the ones I was most interested in were about the three monsters in my life.

How come that my life became this complicated? I heard some commotions outside, noises of people shouting and the growling sounds of the werewolf. * Bang* My door in front of me suddenly slammed and fell of on the floor. I was shock when I saw people are running , but then, I realized that they are not human. They run fast and cliched their teeth at the werewolf. The sounds of growling werewolf due of pain engulfed the surroundings. The door open wide, that I almost see what's going on outside. Suddenly, an idea pop up in my mind. This is my chance to escape . I slowly walked in the entrance even if nervously started to filled my stomach. The vicinity was wrecked , blood spattered everywhere

My body trembled in fear as I clutched my chest, feeling as though my heart might burst from the overwhelming emotions. "Please... stop it already..." I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible amidst the chaos of my thoughts and fears. Maybe I was guilty of what I had done to Steven. Or maybe... The monsters inside me were real... and I'm terrified that they will consume me entirely.

For him we will fake it till we make it. I drag a hand over my face and look at the phone in my hand… the photos I used as leverage, as a weapon, as the last thing I ever wanted to use but did anyway. Because I had to. Because she forced my hand. Because I’m exactly what she said I am. A monster inside. I don’t even know what monster I am. I don’t even know what the name Vance really means. But I’m going to find out and when I do, I’m going to destroy it. Maybe.

I imagined his middle head, the one with the six glowing red eyes, scanning the wasteland for any soul brave enough to approach. Beside him, Deucalion would be coiled like a shadow. A winged snake with twenty arms, ready to snatch the life out of anyone who dared to look at this prison. ​But the monsters outside weren't the ones I feared. The real monster lived inside. Lucifer. I caught my reflection in the glass. My skin looked like pale milk against the dark room, and my hair, a silvery white that used to glow now looked cold. I felt a hot tear track down my cheek. I was mourning. I was mourning my life, my freedom, and the people who were gone.

3 years later Monsters aren't born, they're created. They're not the ones hiding under the bed, they're the ones inside you. They're created from the pain of one's heart, the pain is what's turned into darkness. Little by little, the darkness grows and overpowers one's mind, body and soul, making someone it's personal bitch. It's exactly what happened to her. A monster was created from the innocence she once had, the innocence taken and made into madness.