Twyla Monster High Novels & Stories

Bit by bit, they are getting drained to a point that their weapons vanished into thin air. The girl standing in front of them this time is different from the young girl they want to kill earlier. From being weak and fragile, she turned into a monster that anyone should be afraid of. Even her siblings, themselves. Hira looks at the attacker directly into his eyes. Fear is evident in his eyes. His hands were trembling in fear. With that, Hira smirks at him that sent shivers to his spine. “Die,” Hira whispers into the air. In an instant, everyone around her, aside from her siblings, are now gasping for air as if they were strangled to death. Soon, they start coughing blood and fell to the cold

On one part was her younger sister, who is well capable of making her days a living hell, and on the other were the Xerxes twins, who, if she still loved her job, she must never step on their delicate and extremely sensitive toes. Thus, to secure her own head, Emily must learn to walk on eggshells around the trio. "Of course, you are a pathetic being. How does it feel to be the lazy one around?" Timberline inquired. Emily could not understand what Timberline was trying to imply, but nevertheless, she went on to speak in her defense. "I... I... am not lazy... I..." "Just keep quiet, loser!" Samantha yelled. "What is more devastating than living among werewolves with no wolf? You are a failure

The flames engulfed the monster and the undead screamed and plummeted toward the ground below. The second monster reached for the child, fingernails long and curved like the huge talons on a harpy eagle. The little girl screamed and screamed, the sound grating on Damonq as she threw herself to the opposite side of the blue dragon, away from the monster. Her hand slipped, and she shrieked again as she dropped into space. Damonq caught her in his arms. Instantly she began to fight.

She was probably angry that I didn't want to leave minutes before; her grip around my mouth was too tight. You know who was screaming, though? Tia Valeria. The rest of her House was screaming and crying and most likely knew that they were going to suffer a similar fate. 'Monsters' was the only word I knew to think of them as, given I had never seen or heard of anything like them. The way that man contorted his body was horror. Pure horror. And so, it was only fitting to describe these humanoid beings with bright eyes and superhuman abilities as monsters.

Lana said making me nod as I tensely look at the moving bushes. We all turn quiet when a big ugly looking monster appears before us also follows by others with the same appearance. By my count, there are 5 of them with the size of an elephant. They have this brownish color, one eye on the center of the head, two big horns, and sharp long teeth. The monsters are like giant Cyclops if in our world but they look so different. They stand on both two feet and they had these 6 long hands. The one closer to us suddenly growls as they all look at us as if readying themselves to attack.

The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions. “Isn’t that Hanny? Our Hanny Lin Rosenda?” Sumico was seen gasping for her breath. She pointed at the young lady still squatting on the floor. “Oh, for Venus’ sake… You’re damn right, Sumico…” Evania was also seen gasping for her breath. “The big, blue monster… Isn’t that a yaksha, Evania?” Sumico drew her conclusion looking at the big, blue monster standing in front of their best friend. “I think you’re right...” Evania agreed to her best friend’s conclusion.

Just as I was about to explain, a suitcase came barreling past and slammed into me. "Careful!" I stumbled backward, colliding into a solid, warm chest. Liam caught me instinctively, his arm tightening around my waist. His voice, usually calm and detached, carried an unmistakable edge of urgency. "Are you alright?" I didn’t answer. Because my eyes had locked onto the hair tie now fully exposed on his wrist. There was a delicate pink-and-white crystal flower dangled from it. Earlier, I only caught a fleeting glimpse. However, the longer I looked, the more familiar it felt, and the more it unsettled me.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

I was in a tangled bed, my body throbbing from the relentless attention of three monsters. Even though I’d heard the rumors, that he’d cheated on me, not once too, the hypocrisy of it still made me feel sick. I felt like a slut. I had let three men use me, fill every inch of me, and a part of me, the traitorous, drug-hazed part, had loved the way they took me. I'd silently been blaming him for what he'd done, but I was a cheater now, too, and not with just anyone, but with the men who were dismantling my life, and were hell bent on dangling my father and our predicament in front of me any chance they got.

Because of him. At least he had the decency to bring her here, she thought bitterly. Then she snorted. “Probably didn’t want me bleeding all over his expensive floors.” She scanned the room for any sign of him. Of course, it was empty. “The monster didn’t even stay,” she muttered to herself, eyes stinging. She looked away and let her thoughts drift, the pain in her leg almost numbed by the ache in her chest. Her life had been hard before but manageable. Carolina’s constant cruelty. Her father's silence. Still, she got through it. She had dreams once. A future.