You're Not A Monster Novels & Stories

My heart pained when I heard these words, I never thought of him as a monster even though I was afraid which is a normal reaction in this situation, I might not have screamed but it took me by surprise, I was never ready for that. I don’t believe anyone is born a monster, it’s just how you behave and how you are brought up that determines if you are good or bad. I know it in my heart that he is not a bad person, some people might say that he drinks blood and all but that’s how he is made, it’s in his nature and he doesn’t have control over that. “I never….I would never think of you as a monster just because you are the way you are” I told him trying to keep my voice steady and calm and looke

The real monster isn’t the one who hits you in rage. It’s the one who has you beaten, and then calmly goes back to work.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

I screamed, voice breaking as I struggled into a sitting position, dragging myself forward though my wrists and ankles still burned with rope-bite. Nothing. He didn’t hear me. Or he didn’t want to. “This is what she wants!” I yelled again, crawling closer. “The monster she thought she created you to be!” Still no response. He lifted his fist again, hand trembling, eyes locked on the guy beneath him like he was nothing but prey. One more hit. Just one. I know that’s all it would take. “But you’re not,” I breathed out, voice catching in my throat. “You’re not a monster, Kyle.”

"That isn't your concern." Anger flared through the fear. "You kept me prisoner in a compound full of monsters and you think I don't deserve an explanation?" His jaw tightened. "We're not monsters." "You turn into giant wolves!" "That doesn't make us monsters." His voice went cold. "We're not the ones who hurt people for no reason. We're not the ones who destroy for pleasure. The rogues out there, they're monsters. We protect people from them." "By lying?" I shot back. "By keeping humans in the dark?"

Great wracking sobs that tore from her chest. I pulled my horse alongside hers. "Let it out. You have been holding too much for too long." "I killed him. I killed Ben, and they hate me, and they should hate me because I am a monster—" "You are a girl who had an accident. A terrible, tragic accident. But not a monster." "How do you know?" "Because monsters do not cry. Do not feel remorse. Do not care about the lives they took." I reached over to touch her shoulder. "You care. That proves you are human."

"You're not a monste-" "Stop, Fay. This isn't some fairy-tale. I am a monster, and I always will be. I don't care what I am. I will never look kindly upon others. Do not deny what I am, do not do me that disservice." He said, his words clear and cold.

she said finally, “I’m shocked Fenris did that. He really looked like he was trying to change.” “People don’t change,” I muttered. “I’m starting to understand that.” “Do you really believe that?” I thought of Arthur holding me when I broke down. Fenris rescuing Njord. The reinforcements he’d brought. Maybe we’re all monsters who do one or two good things. "I don't know what to believe anymore." Isabella put an arm around me. “Not everyone is a monster, and you don’t have to figure it out right now. Just breathe. Everything will get better.”

" 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗯𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. "Don't ever call yourself a monster. You're not a monster. You're Zannicus. My Zannicus. I love you and I always will. Don't forget that." � �𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.

" I stood up, pacing around the room. "What do you think they're gonna see me as, a monster! A murderer! Shit! " I curse, sitting back on the bed. " Maybe that's exactly what I am. I'm a monster. " " Hey, Miss, don't you ever say that about yourself. No one says you're a monster or a murderer, you are a human. I don't care how or what exactly is behind all this but I do know one thing for sure, you are no killer.