The Monster Within Me Novels & Stories

Because he understood what that meant. I was done fighting the darkness inside me. If becoming a monster was what it took to bring Sylvara back—Then so be it.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

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.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

The monster seems to notice my movement and glances up from his hiding spot. “What’s wrong?” I ask still feeling a bit of shock at the turn of events, I can travel into other people’s minds, and this could be something that I could use to my advantage when the time for war comes. “Nothing that you would understand.” It says with a deep masculine voice, which drips with hatred. I can see that it is going to take a lot of hard work to get this monster to let me out. “Try me.” I say hoping that this will encourage him to answer me.

I met his eyes, my voice steady, cutting. "And you’re not some naive child who doesn’t know right from wrong. You knew exactly what was real and what wasn’t. Even now, you’re still making excuses for your own cowardice. "Nathaniel, you really are pathetic. And utterly ridiculous."

When I looked at it, I realized that my hair was falling out and it was hanging on my long nails. Son of... I exclaimed to myself. My eyes widened. They heat up. It's like it's on fire. Along with this, my stomach ached. I flipped over on the bed and fell to the floor. I crawled up to the big mirror. I was very surprised to see myself here. The real me. I'm a monster. The ghost. I'm a ghost. I stared into my red eyes. Blood flowed here. Then in the mirror. I saw something in the mirror. A picture gradually becoming clearer. I reflected it slowly. A snake tattooed on the neck. While thinking about what this meant, it suddenly moved. I saw the bloody body of Maia's customer then Lexber's blood

I gave my voice a break whilst I watched Luka pace up and down the corridor, bringing his hands into his beard. "What a f***en horrible monster!" Jake yelled, getting equally angry at Dr Write. Luka growled so deeply that it echoed throughout the dungeon and a few bats that lived there started to fly around. "So, are you going to let me kill this inhumane beast?" I asked frustratingly, already knowing what I wanted to do to him.

He just happens to be the monster I wish I could trust. #

I lock my doors, and barricade it with my dresser, then I close the curtains, sitting on my bed I’m thinking how I lock myself up from the outside world. With these four walls I created my world, a world that was full of fear. In my world Barry is a monster who had no heart, that only brings pain and misery. For a few weeks I was doing good keeping the monster away from me until one afternoon I came out of my room to head to the bathroom. Then suddenly out of nowhere the monster strike grabbing me from behind.