Romans & histoires You're An Irredeemable Monster

"That does not make you a monster. It makes you human." "Human?" I held up my arms, showing the corruption spreading through my veins. "I am not human anymore. I am whatever the Moon Goddess made me. A weapon. A curse. A thing that brings destruction everywhere it goes." Thunder rumbled overhead. The storm was getting worse. Good. Let it rage. Let it match the chaos inside me. "Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?" Asher asked. "A broken mess?"

“I was turning rogue, and I guess I blacked out and...” “Then it wasn’t intentional.” I argue. “It wasn’t you who did that. It was the madness that was consuming you.” “It was still me.” Maverick counters, collapsing against me and clutching me like a child looking for the comfort of their parent. “It was still me. I’m a monster, and I know that it is a lot of me to ask you whether or not you still want me, but I…” stopping, he lets out a shaky breath as warm liquid begins to stain my shirt. “But I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you because I fear if my light disappears, I’ll become that creature again.”

Blood splays everywhere, and soundless tears drip down on the ground. Turning into a monster is a daily occurrence these days. After the transformation, I can't control my bone-deep instincts. Sometimes I even forget my own name. I'm... A freak of nature. Which is why I don't deserve to be together with Amelia. I'm an ugly monster, I've always been, and there is nothing I can do to save my soul.

“Can you hear the bloodlust, Elle Rose? Your true nature is calling you. No matter how much you deny it, you’re a monster. You are born to be one.” “N-No.” I sobbed. “I am not a monster.” I am still in shock because of everything. “I am not like you.” And I am going to prove that.

Raverine smelled the blood and was enticed to lick it but he was getting nauseous with Ember’s roars. “Stunned to speak? Did Dracula just realize he committed a lot of sin? Did an angel fucking make you realize how fucked up you are? Tell me how many innocent people did you take? Do you even fucking remember their names?! Are you aware that you ruined their life while you sit in this mansion, you monster?!” Raverine clenched his fist and punched the wall close to Ember’s face. “Yes, I know damn well that I am a monster. I have killed countless people both innocent and as satanic as me. I don’t know their names because why would I give the slightest care? I am aware that I don’t give a damn a

I took one step and snapped my finger at him. “Are you alright, Eden? Are you back to our world now? Huh?” He slapped my hand off. Walking to the window of that room. He had his back to me. I bit back the urge to crackle. Honestly he was being ridiculous. “Eden. Is that what you think I am? Is that what you have believed? Why would you think something like that? Eden I’m a dead child walking. I’ve been a monster from the moment I floated to shore after that disgusting old boat they left my body in, sank. I’ve killed more people then I can count. Hell, I’m pretending to be the pack doctor whom we stuffed into a hole in the ground. Or have you forgotten. I’m a monster. They made me a monster.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

“I know, Mae. I’ve been thinking about it.” She tilted her head, bright curls falling over her shoulder. “And?” “And… I can’t stop thinking about what it would mean,” I admitted quietly. “The biggest issue? Becoming what killed my family. The same kind of monster that burned Rallen, that left me alive only to haunt me with memories. I can’t just… turn myself into that.”

He always knows. "Did you read it," he says. "Yes." "All of it?" "All of it." He turns around. His face is pale. His eyes are red. He has been crying too. "What do you think," he says. "I think you are not a monster." "I was." "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."

He says with so much conviction that sets my blood on fire. I can’t take it anymore. I want so badly to make up an excuse for what had happened here, for him. I want to keep telling myself that he’s not a bad guy as people paint him out to be, but I can't. “You… You’re no Alpha… An Alpha protects people. You don’t protect anything, you destroy and burn everything, and you drain the life out of the innocent.” I lean even closer to him with a glare before whispering under my breath coldly. “You’re a monster.”