The Monster Within Me Novels & Stories

As my phone emits a sound, I return to the present moment. I retrieve my phone from the bed and a frown appears on my face upon seeing the caller ID. It’s him, ‘Mr. Monster.’ I change his contact name from Master to Mr Monster before reading his text. Mr Monster: I want to meet you. Me: Do you remember, you can only call me when you want to fuck me? I can hardly recognize myself as the same person who was once so innocent as to broach the topic of sex. He has transformed me.

I missed him and I hated myself for it because what kind of person misses a monster? No one else but me. I'm so fucked up.

Everything is beeping and screeching, and drool is coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted from getting shot twice, but my healing process is taking care of it already. I'm. A. Monster. While turning into a prisoner sucks, part of me doesn't want Amelia to find out just how much of a freak I am. If she sees me surviving getting shot, then who knows what might happen.

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.

I took one step and snapped my finger at him. “Are you alright, Eden? Are you back to our world now? Huh?” He slapped my hand off. Walking to the window of that room. He had his back to me. I bit back the urge to crackle. Honestly he was being ridiculous. “Eden. Is that what you think I am? Is that what you have believed? Why would you think something like that? Eden I’m a dead child walking. I’ve been a monster from the moment I floated to shore after that disgusting old boat they left my body in, sank. I’ve killed more people then I can count. Hell, I’m pretending to be the pack doctor whom we stuffed into a hole in the ground. Or have you forgotten. I’m a monster. They made me a monster.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

"You ungrateful little bitch! We never should have brought you back! You were a curse from the day you were born! A cold, emotionless monster!" There it was. The truth they’d painted over with family photos and forced dinners. A monster. Maybe he was right. "Finally, something we agree on," I said, my voice eerily pleasant. I slammed my palm down on the cheap IKEA coffee table between us. "I am a monster. And monsters eat their young. Get out. Now." The sound wasn't a slam. It was a crack. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from under my hand, racing across the laminated surface. Then, with a groan of surrendering particleboard, the entire table collapsed into a heap of splinters and shame.

The walls were painted white and a huge open window was next to the door. I looked at myself and noticed that I was still in Hunter's pajamas. Hunter!. I kept quiet going through what had happened to me. When everything came crashing down on me, my eyes were filled with tears. Hunter was the monster that had abducted me. I saw him shift twice!. I was in disbelief but couldn't go against what my eyes had seen. He did shift into that creature. I was running for my life when he caught up to me and grabbed my hand tightly. When I tried to fight him off he growled so loudly and shifted into that beast right in front of me.

Or worse, he might see me as a threat or a monster like everyone else. I lean my forehead against the cool tile wall, the water running down my back. My mind drifts to the pack that cast me out, to the first time I saw my reflection after my shift. The pitch-black fur, the elongated face, the fiery orange eyes. A monster. That’s what I am. I take a deep breath, the steam filling my lungs, and force myself to push the memories away. I can’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Finishing my shower, I turn off the water and step out, wrapping a towel around myself. The warmth of the shower lingers on my skin, but the storm in my mind hasn’t eased.

And in that moment, I knew I’d do anything to keep that promise. But what she said next shocked me more than I expected. “What do you mean by my mate? I really don't want any trouble, if you could please leave me alone”. I could see her legs shaking as she started murmuring something to herself. “Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth”.