Trevor Henderson Monster Novels & Stories

Breathing the same air as the man who felt like home. And then—I wasn’t just standing. I was in his arms. Dominic didn’t just hold me. He tethered me to himself, clutched me like he needed every cell of my being pressed into his. It wasn’t just an embrace. It was a reclamation. It was him saying, I found you. He pulled back just enough to see my face, his eyes rimmed with a kind of quiet despair I had only seen in war survivors and grieving lovers. In all my time loving Dominic Romano, I had learned this: he was a monster by necessity and miserable only by exception.

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

How could Henry, who seemed weak and frail, have such immense strength? “Your hands are dirty. Since you touched her, I’ll help you get rid of your arms,” Henry said. There was a hint of terrifying malice in the nonchalant tone of his voice. If they were not seeing it with their own eyes, nobody would believe that he was capable of defeating the arrogant and bossy Trevor Chester. “Ah!” Trevor shouted out in pain once again. Everyone was shocked. A painful sensation washed over their own arms. It felt like their own arms were hurting from being twisted as well.

Then, Mom could be heard slamming the door open in anger as she rushed in to try and save Justin, but she was no match for Riley or Toby. A loud crash was heard then, and Mom's voice disappeared. Justin's struggling sounds also ceased afterward. Time seemed to have come to a standstill at this point. Everyone in the crowd who watched and listened to the video was simply horrified. I felt my heart bleeding in pain again. The pain was so great that I struggled to breathe. "Didn't you just say just now that even animals wouldn't kill their young, Riley Stuart? So, why did you personally kill your own son for your own selfish desires?"

Pain exploded across my scalp as I was yanked backward. I screamed. “Wrong direction,” Marcus said coldly. Tears burned my eyes—but I didn’t stop fighting. I kicked back wildly, connecting with his knee. He grunted— Loosened— Just enough. I twisted again, slipping from his grip and stumbling forward— Right into someone. Strong arms caught me. For half a second— Panic surged— Then— “Easy.” Dante. Relief hit so hard it almost dropped me. He steadied me quickly, pushing me behind him in one smooth motion.

I made a plan that night to end her. The next night my parents had a big important party with some of my father’s clients from work. I knew that Rose would be over. When she arrived my mother kissed my forehead and left with my father. The sun hadn’t set yet so I asked Rose to go for a walk with me. She agreed and we took off into the woods behind my house. I got ahead of her and then made her think she had lost me. While she frantically looked for me I snuck behind her. I found a large piece of wood and crept up behind her. She heard the brush below my feet break as I approached her and quickly turned around. I then unleashed the Monster inside me. It was brutal and very sloppy. I honestly

, Trevor yelled as he bumped out of the car and opened the car's door. By the time I understand what's happening, my dear monster barged into the car, with Christine in his arms. Without thinking twice, Trevor accelerated the car at the highest speed as we drove off again. "They're safe! They are safe!" I screamed and jumped onto Christine's arms, hugging her tight and crying happily. She hugged me back before her hands slipped back and she went unconscious. I've anticipated a lot of loving questions that I will receive from my dear monster after his return. Like, are you hurt?Are you okay?When was the last time you ate?. But unfortunately, he asked me none.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bonnie said. She was stunned by the incredible capabilities that Taylor showed as he went head-to-head with a menace that she thought could not possibly exist. “Stay back, I’ll try to fight it off,” Taylor told Bonnie. The monster roared and lunged at Taylor. Taylor opened his hands and aquatic ropes shot from them and grappled the monster’s chest and abdomen then slammed it into the ground. Taylor took a fighting pose, ready to face the monstrous creature as it regained its footing. Two elongated limbs sprang from its body to attack Taylor. Taylor dodged the first swing, but the second attack whacked the left side of his abdomen.