The Monster Within Me Novels & Stories

’ A part of her mind coldly asked her. She blinked back her tears. She was stunned by her own thoughts. Shea swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized how much her thoughts were slowly becoming a venomous poison to her thoughts – as doubts and uncertainties started to creep into her entire system. ‘If it is his beast, then would it change a thing? Denver and his beast were one. He is part of his beast, and so was he to his monster. You can’t separate the two of them. They were part of the whole, and that’s the reality that you must accept.’

_________ Warg" It is so dark I can see anything, I feel that I have a lot of bruises, but still nothing is missing from my body. I feel my hands and legs and even my feet. I can feel everything, So it means the monster eats me. Haha, wrong move, If you think that you could snatch a soul now You're wrong, I said within, and when I lifted my hand And I made a huge magma I instantly threw it into the place. Fireworks that was what it looked like. I made a lot of it and I continuously throw it everywhere. The place was screaming hot, but because of my power I got used to it and I feel like I'm part of it because it was a liquid hot like magma. Just only a minute and I will hear the growling o

You can't get rid of me because I've been with you for the rest of your life HAHAHHA Get away hikhikhik ahhhhhhhh i said get away. I just realized from what I did, I just saw my auntie inside the drum and bloody In my extreme fear and self -hatred and pity for auntie I run out my vision darkens because of the tears already flowing Because of the hardship that I can't escape, even if I try to fight, I can't do it because it holds me. While I'm running I want to get away ... I just thought of ending it but what if I can't end it myself ?. As I was running fast, a fast car suddenly appeared in front of me ..

The Sin’s magical, utterly cruel spell. What kind of monster resides within me? What kind of cruel, sadistic monster resides within me? But most of all, why does it even live within me? How? How did it even end up in there? My lightly trembling palm slowly rose, hesitantly placing it right over the middle of my chest as all those questions kept raising inside my mind, feeling that powerful, unnaturally slow heartbeat underneath my flesh and bones, failing to detect any sign of any foreign entity inhabiting it whatsoever.

“You’re still afraid.” I met his gaze. “No.” My voice was steady. “I’m not afraid of what lives inside me.” I lifted my chin. “I fear what you want me to be.” His golden eyes flickered. “And what do you think that is,” I exhaled. “A monster.” His smirk widened. “And if that’s who you were always meant to be?” I clenched my jaw. “Then I’ll pick something different.”

"The monster was supposed to own me." Fuck me, no.

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.

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.

You're a monster. That right there is the source of all my anger. She see's me as a monster. Fuck, yeah, I'm one. Punch. There are fucking monsters everywhere in the world. Punch. Punch. You've got to be a special type of monster to ride this world, or you become the prey. Punch. Punch. Punch. Fuck if I want to become one. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch My surroundings disappear as I mentally go back in time to my fighting days.

She's a monster. I finally give in and everything blacks out.