Novel & Cerita Which Would Be Worse: To Live As A Monster

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.

“ How do you know if they deserve to die or not? ” She had not said anything else. She had just marched away. She had never agreed with his father's ways anyway. Even if she loved his father, she had never agreed with what he used to say. ' A monster must kill a monster so no other monster is made in this world ' That day he had asked himself many questions after washing the blood from his body. ' How many monsters were there in this world to begin with? How much monsters he needed to kill so there were no monsters left? '

If he were to stay as a cold-blooded monster with no critical thinking nor deep thoughts, what could there even to enjoy? Life was enjoyed by those that could perceive life as something else than surviving, to sit and smell the roses, as they say. Even the natural perception that people had over monsters was wrong, even those that didn't have intelligence would sometimes sit down and relax, to enjoy life with their families. Many species of monsters lived with large families, colonies, and more, and they enjoyed life together as they simply… lived. This was Chaos' primary goal, to live. But as a former human, and as someone born with a developed brain, he developed emotions and deep thoughts

It dredged up many old hurts and painful memories of my past. But I will not live my life in that kind of fear. I will not be scared of the woods or the dark. I will not let the true monsters of this world win. Because there is more than one way to take a life. Cowering under the bed and fearing things that go bump in the night, is also being robbed of life.

A world filled with terrible heartless monsters. "I'm doing the right thing," I told myself as I thought about the cruel world and how unhappy I am every single fucking day. Every day, I hope for happiness in receiving what I truly want by fighting for it and every day I fail, becoming miserable and more miserable and now I want it to end, even if I must take my life. Still, it hurt that I had to bring my pup into this; by my stupid mistake in allowing Christian to take advantage of me. "You're better off without seeing this terrible world," I told my baby. As I slowly begin to walk into the water.

"No." And that right there is the first one-word answer that makes me smile. "There you have it. You have the answers. You never had a choice. If there's a monster, it's whoever was behind your back, guiding your hand, manipulating you. You're not a monster. I mean, you reek of death, and I hate it, but you never had a choice to live your life any other way." I knew that many hunters didn't have a choice. Hardly any humans joined the Alliance if they had to give up their lives for the leader's dream.

With time came experience and a cool temperament to display to the outside world while the monster lay underneath. Will he choose a mortal life? One where he will grow old and die. Even if he remains a sphinx he will age like a human and be vulnerable to things that could never hurt him. The monster will now be vulnerable to the world and his fears exposed. “No, I can’t” Samuel screams out loud. “I have been a monster for so long that I am scared to be anything else,”. He wraps his hands around himself as the light increases around him. “I cannot sacrifice my immortality,” he says.

Slowly, I nodded. She walked toward me and lifted a hand to my face. "Monsters don't have morals. They do what they do for sport. You killed four of them. You're nothing like them, Arte. But I will warn you - The tide could change at any time. If you let our darkness consume you, you can become a monster." She was right. After all, everyone was capable of becoming a monster. A door appeared suddenly, almost making me jump. I debated whether I should stay or not, but if I stayed, I wouldn't be able to get Lillian the help she needed. We'd both die here.

"You were. But you are not anymore. That is the difference. Monsters do not change. Monsters do not try. Monsters do not sit in a garden and water roses and write their hearts on paper for someone else to read. Monsters do not do that." "I did terrible things." "You did. And you will live with that for the rest of your life. But living with it is not the same as being defined by it. You are not the worst thing you have ever done. No one is." He looks at me. "How do you know."

"This is absurd, Tristan. Why would our child kill its own mother?" "Werewolf instincts are primal, driven by a fierce desire to survive. It's an inherent part of their nature. And don't we all kill to survive? You, me, and everyone in this world will resort to killing if we believe it is necessary for our own survival. When our lives are at stake, we become the monsters we fear, willing to do whatever it takes to stay alive. When it comes to our lives, we are all monsters, desperate to live," He stated, his tone devoid of sentiment, "I'm not saying that everyone should be measured by the same scale, but I can not conceal the truth from you."