The Monster Inside Novels & Stories

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Even when he struggled all his life to know the answer to the question of what made him different from others, why he was different and who he actually was, he never expected an answer so disappointing. He always thought something was very wrong with him and there was a demon inside him that controlled him and his actions but hearing that he was a werewolf was not what he wanted to hear.

I was never a human girl. Nor am I just a witch. I'm a hybrid. The scariest monster of them all. Looking at the mess I made of the people around me I cannot deny the truth. This is why they fear us. This is why they should fear me. "Apple," the voice inside my mind continues to try to calm me. "You are not a monster, you are a mother, and you did what you had to do. Now shush. Listen..." There's a buzzing sound just before a circle of light appears on the blood-splattered wall. The ozone scent of lightning after a rainstorm intensifies as glowing sigils form along the inner edge.

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.

My eyes, that I closed instinctively, shoot open, the veins in my neck disappearing once more. It’s like there is a monster that already exists inside me on sleeping mode. This monster keeps appearing and disappearing. It’s all about letting that monster come out from inside me or not. No matter what…I will always choose to push this monster back inside. This animalistic side of me should never empower my real self. “ Better? ” He asks, knowing well that he controlled me by just kissing me. It’s scary, even more scary than letting the monster come out. “ Of course. ” I whisper in a low tone. My eyes go down to my bare body and blood rushes to my face, turning it beet red.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, disgusted with myself. Stop it, I commanded myself. You are a Hunter. You do not crave blood. You do not eat people. But the monster inside me didn't care about titles or morals. It just wanted to feed, to consume, to devour. I stopped in front of the balcony doors. The heavy blackout curtains were drawn, plunging the room into darkness, but my eyes pierced through the gloom with terrifying clarity. I reached out and gripped the handle. Locked. I applied a little pressure, intending to just jiggle it.

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.

But her voice wormed into my thoughts, whispering doubts I wasn’t ready to face. My gaze drifted to Damien, his shoulders tense, fists still clenched. He didn’t respond to her taunt, but I knew it reached him too. And in that moment, I realized something that made my chest ache with fear and something else I didn’t want to name: monsters weren’t always the ones outside. Sometimes they lived in the same house, under the same roof, sharing the same blood. And sometimes, the worst monster was the one you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.