You're Not A Monster Novels & Stories

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

He felt ruined. Why would she still put up with someone like him? He felt like he didn't deserve it. "Monsters don't feel emotions. They don't feel guilty. They never want to get better. But, you're not a monster, Val. Everyone makes mistakes. You made a mistake, but you can redeem yourself. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're the strongest person I've ever met. I'm here with you now. I'm not going anywhere, Val. We're friends now" she said to him.

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

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?"

Was this how Aera saw me? 'This is the real you,' Aera continues while the images continue to appear. 'You aren't the monster Barren is trying to make you out to be.' Monster… That word is so loud, and it makes my heart squeeze painfully as all the voices from the past begin to echo it again and again. No, I wasn't a monster. I was far from that, and I fought each and every day to make sure that I didn't end up like everyone claimed I would.

“You are not a monster. You are a magnificent child of the night. You were born to become a wolf. Born to survive. To be a miracle. This was always your fate.” “How can I go back out there again when they're so afraid of me, they could hurt me?” “We're going to clear your name. Then we're going to show them why they never should have fucked with you.”

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."

One… Two… Three… The monster is fading. And I am still here. Still breathing. Still winning.