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

"This. This pack in flames." "I saw her child, a monster," she sneered. "You." Nicolette's eyes widened staring at her. Monster Monster Monster She was always destined to be a monster. There was no stopping it. Her worst fear was to be revealed to the world and to be called a monster. If Denali killed her right now, it wouldn't be the end of the world. Actually, the rest of the world could live peacefully without knowing she ever lived. Maybe this was a good thing.

“There are things that go bump in the night, and then there are things that are the night itself. “Only death can free you from this. Keep you from going either way. So you choose. Choose and choose wisely before you get someone killed. You asked me why I chose to be like this, this monster you look down on. I could have lived with being hunted like a dog, but I couldn’t live with people dying because of me. Sven came for me too, Penny, and he was not quiet about it. People died because I didn’t make the right choice when I should have. So make your choice and be damn sure you’re willing to live with the consequences.” Then like smoke, he was gone.

His life was dark and silent. Silent like the silence in a cave. He was like a ruthless monster who just know how to make people's lives hell. But he can't destroy her can he? He never saw sparkling dawn in his life.Will he be able to realize the importance of light in life. He was a monster for a reason who spend most of his life in a cave. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••

There are some men in this world that do not deserve to live but die and a part of me is happy for their death. I don't even think I regret them dying at all. Those are horrible humans. What would they think of such a girl? Is this how they would treat their mates when they eventually get married? Some people don't deserve to live in this world at all. We live with monsters and witches all over, beasts in human form. My stomach started biting and turning me, this time, it was as if my worms were feeding on my intestines and liver. The pains were much. I didn't know when I started rolling on the ground, finding the perfect spot where I could relax my stomach.

“We could just put him out of commission, so he doesn’t hurt any more people.” “Has he hurt many people?” He sounded alarmed. Good. The more I got him to think things were bad out here, the more likely he was to bend his principles and help. Luckily for me, things were terrible out there. They weren’t much better in here. “Quite a few. He blew up a mountain in Monsterland. Killed thousands. Females and children, too.” “Oh, monsters... that’s not so bad. An unfortunate necessity.” Just my luck, a bleeding heart who only bled selectively. “And the monsters swarmed across the border and started killing indiscriminately. For revenge.”

“Personally, I think that humans are monsters. They’re monsters that can kill, steal, and destroy others without blinking an eye.” Yeah, he had a point there. Since my brother's disappearance, the only type of people I found myself surrounded by were the worst of the worst. I watched many people kill, hurt, and do much worse to others and turned a blind eye, because that was how things went. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and only the strongest survived. Even I found myself in many situations where I had to fight for my life, but despite all that, I couldn’t seem to find it in me to fight against Jeffrey when he started to transform.

Not in a good way though. Metil’s family was one of the many residents that fell victim. Metil had a personal hate for them. “Monsters would be easier to deal with than people.” Metil said. When a monster is killed, it is treated as something completely normal. But when a person is killed, it could cause more problems later. People are smart after all.

“There were seventy of us at the beginning. Only twelve made it till the end.” Her next exhale was long and ragged. “I cannot even believe such cruelty exists.” “It does.” I ran my hand over my face. “It is born in the minds of monsters, but do you know what's the worst part?” She shook her head. “To survive their cruelty, you have to become the monster yourself.” “You are not a monster,” she murmured. I locked my eyes on hers. “I've done many seriously fucked-up things, Catherine.” “That doesn't necessarily make you a monster,” she argued.

However, there are moments when we must confront the fact that we, too, can be monsters, creatures that relentlessly crave and desire. We constantly yearn for more, disregarding the potential harm we may cause or the people we may trample upon in our pursuit. It's a consequence of living in a dark world filled with hostility and aggression, where the desire for control reigns supreme. Some may argue that it's their life and they have the right to dictate it, but have you ever questioned whether your actions are truly right? Or perhaps, have you convinced yourself that it's right because someone else planted that belief in your mind, satisfying your own desires? Have you ever considered if yo

I needed to get their thoughts before I got to the main part. It was almost impossible to capture a monster alive. They were fast, strong, and fierce. Even the best of us were incapable of catching the monsters when they were running wild. We had to resort to killing them as the last resort. "You mean to say we won't be killing them?" Miss Hae-won asked, her brow furrowing. "But if you do that, the monsters might escape, or worse, attack the city, especially when watched by incapable personnel; they can't be trusted as you could." She pursed her lips.