Valentine Monster High Novels & Stories

She said to herself, opening the door where she’d heard the munch and scent come from without warning. “What is that?” She asked the girl, the girl feared and dared not to stare into Valerie’s eyes. “It’s just bunny,” the girl immediately answered, “I was hungry and I decided to....” She added and stopped when she realized Valerie wasn’t interested in the back story of how she’d gotten her bunny. “Lucky for you.” Valerie closed the door and walked back to her class, the thought of a werewolf feeding on an human always made her stomach churn the same way humans hunt werewolves without a valid reason, she sighed as she silently and discreetly walked back to the class.

A young tall handsome teenager, walked in wearing a blue suit, he called out "Annabelle!" Hearing her name, she turned around and said "Max... you are here." She hugged him "Happy birthday." He said "Thank you, I thought you wouldn't make it." Valentina said pouting "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He replied and added "This is for you." handing a box to her "Wow it's beautiful." "I had a feeling you will love it."

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

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

Every breath felt like liquid silver pouring into my lungs, my muscles locking up as the heat tore through my chest. Get up, my inner wolf snarled, weak and desperate. They’re coming. Dragging myself across the tile, I slammed the heavy iron security door shut, throwing the mechanical deadlock into place. I turned the decontamination valve, letting freezing, high-pressure water drench my clothes, trying to shock my system out of the paralysis. I am Chika Whitmore. I don't break for rogue executioners. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed outside the vault door, accompanied by a low, mocking chuckle.

William pointed his finger towards the middle, where a cage stood, as it trapped the wonderfully striped tigers on the inside. “Yes!” She beamed, excitement rushing over her. Her mood changed in a jiffy as a picture of Adam flashed in her mind. “But before we go there, I’ll have to tell you about something…” “What is it?” The couple stopped, and Valentine swallowed the nervousness sticking in her throat. “Well…” she started. However, she witnessed Adam glance at her. “Let’s not go near to the monkeys.” He chuckled, “why not?” “I’ve had a really bad experience with them.”

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

Tears filled her eyes, and as she watched, the monster slowly lowered her into its mouth. "No, you don't!” Valerie suddenly yelled. A large black lance materialized in her right hand, and she threw it at the monster’s tentacle, slicing it in two. Angela rushed toward the monster, jumped to catch the maid, and then landed on the other side. Marie stretched her arms forward immediately after, and the monster slowly started to turn to dust as her palms started to glow. “Well, that was close,” Valerie said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Are you alright?” Marie asked, turning to the maid. The girl nodded in response, and Marie turned back to Valerie. “Please, create a portal to the basemen