You're Not A Monster Novels & Stories

“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.”

“There’s nothing to find. Life isn’t about finding who you are. It’s about building who you are. It feels powerful to know your own strength, to know what you can do. When you’re truly yourself, you become strong.” His words touched something deep inside me. He held my hand tighter. The cart shook as zombies reached out with fake arms, making people laugh and scream. He didn’t say “sorry for your loss” like others did. “So… who are you?” I asked quietly. “I’m a monster,” he said. “No, really,” I said. “It’s true. I live in the dark. My job is to make people scared. I’m a nightmare to some. Like all monsters, I take what I want.”

Something deep inside me whispers that I don’t need to be afraid. His jaw tightens, his teeth clenched like he’s barely holding himself together. "When will you see that not everyone is the same?" His voice is rough, low, cutting through the space between us like a blade. "If I was a monster, you wouldn’t be standing here alive right now." His words hang in the air, thick with unspoken meaning.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m not a monster.” She froze, wondering what could make him say something like that. “You’re not.”

"What if Lyra's right? What if I really am this Banshee thing? What if I hurt someone again?" "You won't," he said. "You don't know that," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone today but I did. What if next time I kill someone?" "Then we'll figure it out," Alex said. "Together." "How can you be so calm about this?" I asked. "I'm a monster." "You're not a monster," Alex said firmly. "You're just someone with power you don't understand yet. That doesn't make you a monster."

His expression was now smoother than ever and sad… "Aren't you even afraid of me? Camila, I'm a monster, a beast! I'm not a normal human being. I can potentially hurt you!" I shook my head, totally disagreeing with that. "No, you are not. You may be, yes, not a normal human, but I strongly believe you're no monster or a heartless beast, Trey. You're just… different." His eyes teared. I gently wiped it away. I understood he couldn't actually believe I wasn't seeing him as a monster or beast. He isn't that bad, I know. He's just different from the usual. And it's okay.

"I took you from your life. I made you fall in love with your captor and now you're so deep in my world you can't get out. What kind of person does that? What kind of monster—" "Stop." His voice was sharp. "Stop calling yourself a monster." "Then what am I?" A lump formed in my throat. It was so damn hard trying not to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness and I wasn't a weak man. "You're a man who made mistakes. Who did terrible things for complicated reasons. Who's trying to be better." He pulled me closer. "You're not a monster, Lorenzo. Monsters don't feel guilt. Monsters don't have nightmares about the people they've hurt. Monsters don't fly their boyfriend

She stopped throwing things this time, but I could feel her dangerous energy enveloping the entire place. So I continued, my voice softer this time. “You are not a monster, my Luna. So whatever it is that is inside you should not define you. Don’t let whatever is inside you turn you into something you are not. You are beautiful, kindhearted, and strong enough to overcome whatever is inside you. You can do it, Mara.” My voice rose louder. “You can overcome the monster.”

With that she stood up and left us behind. Am not a beast! Am not a wolf! Those words really hurt me so much. They were like a silver knife as been stubbed into my heart. Why does everyone think that werewolves are beasts!? Why? I blurted out trying to prevent the tears coming down from my eyes.

They just make the future possible. Dani hooks her arm around mine and kisses my cheek. "Let's go home, babe." If I am a monster, then I am hers. And I have never belonged to anything else completely. … T H E E N D ❤️❤️