Twyla Monster High Novels & Stories

Caleb asked as he watched, with neither him nor Tia rushing over. However, the beast flapped its wings, kicking up yet another gale—everyone felt its suffocating aura yet again! "Darkscale!" Tia cried, her face dropping. "Oh, no! It's at least Monarch class!" A Monarch-class monster?! Everyone gasped loudly hearing that, their eyes widened!

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

I screamed confidently. "My love doesn't challenge it. He may harm you. "No, the monster can't harm his only son!" "What are you talking about? Have you gone nuts?" Tears rolled down my cheeks. "My own mother is the monster hunting down communities." Looking up, she had disappeared. Elina pushed me away before questioning me. "You are the son of the monster that killed my only son." You are the monster's son? Take your hands off me and leave my sight, evil man!" she screamed.

I threw the massive front doors open, bursting into the grand foyer, only to find my home turning into a war zone. Twyla was already inside, strutting across the polished hardwood with five designer boutique bags dangling from her wrists. Her expensive heels were caked in thick, wet courtyard mud, leaving a trail of brown filth across the floorboards. She stopped dead, kicking her foot out aggressively toward a group of lower-ranked pack Omegas who were on their hands and knees cleaning.

But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold. And there, at the center of the bone circle, stood the Monster. It was ten feet tall, a nightmare of shifting geometry. It had the shadow of a wolf, but its limbs were made of the same silver liquid as Julian’s eyes. It didn't have a face, just a vertical slit of violet light that bled static into the air. "Kael?" I stepped forward, the dagger held low.

“You’ve been sending those notes. Threatening me. Letting everyone think I’m some kind of monster.” The white-haired twin’s swirling eyes flicker— Blue, white, silver turning rapidly. She leans toward her sister and whispers, low and sharp, “This was not wise. I told you she was quite on the dumb side,” And that stung like a thousand pieces The red-haired twin barely glances at her, slightly pushing her away.

A hand shot out, grabbed me, and yanked me inside. I gasped in shock, ready to scream, but her palm clamped over my mouth. "Shh. Don't make a sound," she hissed. Her next words made my blood run cold. "Dad and Mom have both been replaced by monsters." "What?" I stared at her, wide-eyed. "I know it's hard to believe," she said. "But I figured it out after going through the loop over and over. There's more than one monster." Her face was pale, lips quivering.

This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch. But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee being spilled on her bare feet. He looked her dead in the eyes, pure hatred and disgust shone on his face. Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

I asked, my voice a quiet thing now, dangerous even. Brian’s smirk collapsed. “Don’t—” His eyes flicked to the boy with panic blooming across his bruised face. “Don’t do this.” I ripped the gag from the boy’s mouth, making him gasp, with wide and teary eyes. “B-Brian?” he whispered, voice cracking. “What’s going on?” Such a sweet little lamb. He seemed one of those who still believed monsters only lived under his bed. He barely had time to breathe before I slammed a fist into his stomach. The sound he made was sharp and raw, like something dying, and then he curled up on the floor, gagging.