You're An Irredeemable Monster Novels & Stories

The world swam in a red blue, I realized that blood had filled my vision but I saw it—her figure, stumbling backward, tears on her face. She called herself a monster. Her voice raw, broken. And then she turned and ran. Gods, she believed it. She really thought she was nothing but a monster. As the final thread of breath left me, my chest aching with a pain deeper than any broken bone, I thought only one thing. You are not… a monster. And then everything went dark.

Luka replies, sounding every bit like the professor he is. "So I truly am a monster," I state. I can feel the self pitty start to form, but I shove it away. A monster. Something dark and sinful, which will hurt everyone around me. I deserve to be imprisoned by the council; better yet, the council should dispose of me. I am a walking apocalypse. A ticking time bomb.

Because it made me what I truly was. Not a king. Not a savior. A monster. A monster with no hope for redemption. And this time… The thought splintered, unfinished, as my chest constricted with something dangerously close to dread. This time might be worse.

Somehow I don’t see a monster in this man who has taken me, I see something broken that I want to fix. XXX

All that remained was her heartbeat against mine. I wished I could tell her that I never meant for things to turn out this way. That I never wanted her to see the monster I had become. But the truth was, monsters like me didn’t get redemption. We only got temporary moments of calm before everything burned again. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Why can’t you just let me go?” Because I can’t, I wanted to say. Because the moment I do, the world will take you from me completely. Instead, I only whispered, “Because you’re mine.”

I had been blind to his and fears insecurities; or better still, I turned a books eye to the truth about who he really was. He was a monsters, and monsters hunt for blood. Monsters never change. You can take the pig out of the mire, but you can't take the mire out of the pig. One day, it'd return to the more, and Gustav had returned unapologetically to his mire.

He said. "No. Not on this one. I'm a monster. A monster can never change." He said and left the room.

She let out a gasp and bit her lower lips from speaking. I smile at her, quivering. I bend down to make eye contact with her. "You said I'm a monster. Look who's talking?" I turn my back to her again. "Another thing, monsters are not born but made. Eva and the Order made me who I am because of hatred. And I'm going at them like motherfucking Godzilla and trample you all back to where you belong - back to pits of hell." I declare. "Take her away." April starts screaming. "You will regret messing with me! Saint Eva will come looking for me and kill you! Let me go!"

I already knew that would be the answer to my question, but that didn’t prevent it from making my chest cave in and my heart ache. “There wouldn’t have been no reason to have this conversation because it wouldn’t have been an option for you.” He grabbed my chin, steering my gaze to look at him but I looked away. “If you ask anyone in this pack, they’ll tell you I am a monster.” I turned to look at him briefly, my eyes wide in shock. “That won’t be a lie. It’s the truth, Emerald. I am a monster. It is who I am at my core. The Alpha I am at my core is a ruthless beast that doesn’t give much regard to others. Anyone in this pack, anyone, I could snap their neck in a heartbeat without any remors

"Whether I live or die doesn’t matter anymore!” Monster said, "I know that you have a deep-seated hatred for Doomsday. Your face will no doubt cause an uproar in Doomsday, so before you leave, I will ask someone to make modifications to your face—" “Okay."