The Monster Inside Novels & Stories

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.”

A reminder of the woman who once cradled me close and promised monsters weren’t real. Instead I find only proof that they are. And that sometimes, they live inside the very walls meant to keep them out.

She’d found a solution to hide the monster inside me and keep me and others safe from it. “You remember, don’t you?” Orion’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Yes,” I said in a thin whisper. “You’re right. I’m a monster.” “So you understand why I had to help 5th Circle catch you?” “Yes.” Tears welled up and ran down my cheeks. I’d killed Dad. Judging from the amount of blood, I’d torn him to shreds. I’d murdered him over stupid teenage bullshit. There was more than just a wolf shifter inside of me. I was some kind of twisted abomination.

I told her then she smiled at me before she said, "You know! I would've liked if not for the fact that you're a monster!'' Damn, she's a savage, I would like that if I didn't know that she was about to kill me. "Well, I don't see a monster in here but you." I told her, and she answered me faster than I thought. "Well, no monster can see himself without a mirror. Maybe I am just a mirror to who you really are. For the first time, I feel like I was lost in my own words … I mean, somehow she wasn't lying, I deep inside was no more than a monster. A monster that caused its own mother's death, a monster that would hurt anyone close to it, and a monster that would cause the end of the world.

When Summer's mother came to look for her, she could never forget her mother’s frightened and despairing gaze. From that gaze, she knew that every part of her mother was screaming that she was a monster. Yes, she was a monster. “Little monster, you should hide well. If they find you, they will take you, kill you, and lock you up in the dark.” “Little monster, you must not be discovered…” She was a monster. She was like a second soul living in a person’s body, a demon. “What’s the matter? Can’t sleep?” When Jasper came back, he saw Summer sitting curled up beside the bed. His heart ached when he saw this.

My thoughts, my ability to feel like myself even as my body lay so far away on the other side of reality all comes from my inner sense of self, my core, my soul. Is that all our inner void is, our soul? And if that is true, then the monster that reaches out of me, that has destroyed all of those lives…is me? “Oh gods!” saying my first words since dying, my words drift away. “I am the monster. I was always the monster.” Which means I have the power to control it.

In that silence, I hear the truth I have been running from since the moment my children's eyes turned cold: I am the monster now. And monsters, I have learned, die alone.

Giant is just for the expression as the girl was looking petite as she was crying while trying to figure out what is wrong with the man who was grunting in pain. The way he was clenching his jaw, during the time he was trying to fight the monster inside him. little did he know the monster he is trying to fight again is not just another whom you can defeat in a snap, but he is a monster you should be afraid of. The monster is the wendigo.

Nicholas I drive for a while. Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it. Cielo not seeming upset about Sly's death, I can understand. It's shitty, but I get it. Sly was not a warm, loving father. For outward appearances, he was exactly as he should be, of course, but behind closed doors, he was a fucking monster. If it was just towards me, maybe that would have made sense in some bizarre universe, in some backwards logic, but he also beat his acknowledged son. I saw that firsthand, and he was merciless when he did it, as merciless as when he beat me.

I need to get it together. Oh God! What’s happening to me? But I already know. Deep down, past the fear and the lust, a quiet voice inside me speaks the truth. I am no longer human. I am now a monster.