30 Day Monster Challenge Novels & Stories

It was a simple text from Zander. Her brows narrowed as she read the message. “A 30 days challenge?” “I am going to prove my claim with a new activity everyday for thirty days. And you have to come along to see for yourself!” She chuckled loudly at the long list. The man was taking this a bit too personally. “Painting, cooking class, archery, shooting…” She laughed out loud at the next activity scheduled for day fifteen. “Bungee jumping! Is he crazy?” He was definitely pulling her legs. Zander Scott belongs nowhere near any kind of jumping!

BETHEL SAWYER. I sat at my desk, gazing out the window. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a deep orange glow across the city. I didn't care about the beauty of the sunset, though. My mind was focused solely on my mission. I was a man on a mission, and I would stop at nothing to achieve my goal. I was ruthless, cold-hearted, and calculating. Nothing would stand in my way. As I sat there, waiting for the call that would confirm my success, I felt a sense of calm satisfaction.

The Resolution of the Office-Lockdown The chapter reaches its peak as Dominic reaches for the door, the heavy oak clicking shut with a finality that signaled the end of his "Professional-Distance." He turned back to her, his face a mask of "Dark-Optimism." "Thirty days," he repeated, his voice dropping into a register that promised both heaven and hell. "If I give you thirty days, what do I get in return?" "You get the 'Truth'," Avery replied, her heart "Syncing" to his in a "Perfect-Somatic-Union." "And you get to find out why the 'Ice-King' was always meant to burn."

Way too much for one person to handle. Three days until the full moon challenge. Three days until everything came to a head. And I still didn't know if I'd survive it.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Prove you can maintain this for one month. Then we'll talk about longer timelines." "When does it start?" He asked. "The thirty days?" "Now." I'd already decided. "Today is day one. You have until the next full moon to show me consistent change. To prove this is real. To demonstrate that the wolf you've become is the wolf you'll stay." "And at the end?" He had to ask. "What happens when the thirty days are up?"

Scars marked his chest and arms. He looked at me with cold eyes. “You will not die tonight,” he said. “But you have a choice to make.” My mouth felt dry but I waited for him to continue. “You will come to this room every night for thirty days,” Lucian told me. “You will pleasure me fully each time. If I am satisfied every night, you live. If I am not happy on any night, you die. If you make it through all thirty days, I will set you free.”

Master watched her neutrally as she approached them. "So. You've finished all but one challenge," Charmaine said. "If both parties agree to it, the fight will take place here, in three days. Before the full moon, I don't want anyone going crazy. That gives you both time to rest up and to settle anything that needs settling."

"Esta, until you make a decision, you are my second. There will be no challenges for thirty days. Troy, you are next. Then Nikka and then Bernard. Troy and Bernard, you are young, though I know you've fought in Afghanistan. Esta and Nikka know our enemy better than any of us. If you don't like this arrangement you can challenge when the thirty days are up. Until then my word is law." "Yes, alpha." Three voices said at the same time. Nicolas turned to the silent Esta. "Speak now if you can't handle the position." "You want a woman as your second?" "I couldn't care less that you're a woman. I've seen you fight, you know our enemy, and you deserve a chance. I don't know if you can keep the spot

I briefly wonder if it might be an invite to an event but before the thought is even fully formed there is a loud banging noise that correlates with me pulling the flap open. I gasp as tiny pieces of confetti fly out of the package. I fling it away from me, my heart hammering in my chest. My breaths are coming out of me rapidly and uneven and I know that I am moments into a panic attack. I use the breathing techniques Dr Grohl has taught me and after a couple of minutes, I find myself calm enough to recollect what day it is…April Fool’s Day. I scowl, thinking that this is someone’s really crap idea of a joke. That is until I glance at the envelope lying on the floor and see underneath the fl

"You look like hell." I grunt in response, swirling the amber liquid in the glass but not drinking it. "Resting won't fix this." "It might stop you from grinding your teeth to dust." "Not helping," I mutter, leaning back. My temples throb relentlessly. "How long until the eclipse?" Aaron glances at the window, where the night sky is devoid of stars. "Three months." The words practically crush my chest. Three months. Three months of putting up with that shady girl who now has a link to me. Three months of pretending I'm fine when I can still feel the ghost of her mouth on my skin.