Which Would Be Worse: To Live As A Monster Novels & Stories

“Yes, mummy says we should always look for the moral in every story.” Katrina was torturing me even though she wasn’t here. I sighed, searching for something in the book that could help but nothing. I folded my hands and thought about it for a while, realizing something. “Beauty comes from within. No matter how pretty or handsome one is if the person does bad things and hurts people, he or she is ugly…” Hilda’s stare was enchanting, like her mother’s. “…and when the crimes they commit become a part of him, he becomes a true monster.” A monster. That’s what I am. Things might be different now but a monster remains a monster, doesn’t it? I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’v

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

"Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I’ll consider letting you die quickly." His body jerked, a strangled sound ripping from his throat, but he was too weak to fight. "You don’t understand," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "You… you think you’re the only monster in this world?" I stilled. A slow smirk spread across his split lips. "There are others," he continued, his breath hitching. "Stronger. Worse than you." A muscle in my jaw ticked. "You think you’re untouchable?" His laugh was wet, cracked, broken. "You think your men can keep you safe? That your name will protect you?" His bloodied lips stretched into something that was almost a grin. "You have no fucking idea what's coming

Some memories might still make you laugh when you look back at those days, maybe even a few happy tears dampen your cheeks when thinking of them. But, that same carelessness and the dream of freedom and life is what gets us killed. Life has been and will always be divided into evil and good. That is one thing we will never change. Everyone is born either evil or good. Already as a baby, your brain is either capable of certain things or not. Your experiences might delay the inevitable. Your life and memories might have that scale tipping, trying to balance itself. But eventually, where there is light, goodness will rise, and where there is dark, evil will rise, and the scale will come to stan

I almost laughed, but I shook my head. "We'll find another way to feed it, but Lucas is going to be an ongoing issue,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “For what he did to you. For what he’s done to Darkmoon. He’s a monster, and monsters don’t deserve to live, even if they will end up suffering.”

Jack's voice broke through my wandering mind. “No, not lost, just thinking,” I replied, not wanting him to know where my head was at. The last thing I needed to show was weakness. That had already been made loud and clear. Weakness was not to be tolerated. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were just killed, executed for being weak like Silas would have done. But no, not here... here, a fate worse than death was waiting for you. I have seen it firsthand. The monsters humans became; the monsters weak, and disobedient rogues would be turned into and experimented on.

My existence caused him to risk his life here near the pack of werewolves alone. “And how was it going?” “No signs, I have been here for a few days.” A slight sting on my chest caused me to smile bitterly. “Why does its existence threaten you that way?” I was expecting a harsh answer. I knew he’d say how destructive it was. I was hurting myself. “It’s a monster in the dark that would make you meet death before your eyes.” I looked up at him and nodded. “What if the immortal did not want to harm anyone? What if vampires are just like us, humans and witches who want to live and survive every day.” He sighed like I was saying something impossible.

"Right now? This is my choice. I choose the monster over the man. I choose the strength over the safety. I choose—" "You're choosing wrong!" Human Skye's voice cracked. "You're condemning me to watch you destroy yourself. Watch you hurt people. Watch you become exactly what everyone fears about vampires—" "I'm choosing to live," I said. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry you have to watch. I'm sorry you're trapped. I'm sorry Mom did this without asking. But I'm not sorry I can protect the people I love now. I'm not sorry I'm strong enough to fight. I'm not sorry I'm a monster if being a monster means I don't have to watch them die."

"Students. Kids. People trying to live normal lives while having extraordinary gifts. They want to contribute to society. They want to make the world better. But they're being hunted like animals for the crime of being born different." The images faded, and Maya looked directly at the cameras. At the billions of people watching worldwide. "If that makes us monsters, then yes, I am one. I am a monster who heals the wounded. A monster who protects the innocent. A monster who believes that being different doesn't make you evil." She paused, letting her words sink in. "But I am also your classmate. Your neighbor. Your friend. We live among you. We always have. We are not your enemy unless you ma

Our world is far from the mortal world that seems to be lawless or doesn't care at all about the presence of it. I am a royalty and it is true that I had a thirst for blood. I am a frightening creature that no one will ever wish to encounter. I am indeed a monster for small minded human. I am one of those who glow when the light of the moon embrace our pale skin. I have fangs, sharp nails and flaming red eyes but is it an acceptable basis to label us as monsters?