Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

And today all those suffering led me to admit, that,' She faced the camera confidently while a tear rolled down her eye and said, 'Niall Carter the CEO of The Ambition is a psychopath...'

Not tonight. I could feel the monster inside me, coiling, stretching, awakening from its slumber. It was an ancient force, something older than my own bloodline, and it fed on my determination to protect what was mine. Lyla’s innocence, Serena’s resilience, the bond between us all of it became fuel. The beast did not care about honor, diplomacy, or fair play. It cared about survival, about defense, about destruction of threats before they could touch what mattered.

"I think you’re mad." A hint of pain flashed across Monster's eyes. “Yes, I'm mad. I was supposed to have a blissful childhood, but your grandfather took my mother away. My father passed away because he was too angry, and as a result, I turned into an orphan overnight. You’re telling me that I shouldn’t bear hatred or go mad?” Monster was blinded by hatred. At this very moment, all he wanted to do was destroy Jenson and Baby Robbie. "Die!" His fists approached them like a gust of wind.

He wondered if he would ever feel safe again. They were in a world they didn’t know that much about. A world of monsters they never really thought existed. Okay, Amber always believed they did. She wanted to become a vampire more than anything else in the world. She was the one who found the club initially, and she insisted that they go there for her birthday.

His eyes burned with an unholy fervor, an embodiment of his insatiable thirst for power. "Welcome, Ascendants," "Welcome, Ascendants," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I've been expecting you. How fitting that you've come to witness the culmination of my grand design." Amelia's voice rang out, filled with unwavering resolve. "Your twisted ambitions end here, Damien. The crystal will never serve your insidious purposes." Damien's laughter reverberated through the chamber, chilling the air. "Oh, my dear Ascendants, you still don't comprehend the magnitude of the power at my disposal. The crystal's energy will grant me dominion over all realms, and no force in existence can

He, his father, his mother, everyone in the pack had been nothing but pawns in her hands. Raven’s voice was rough, thick with a growl held back in his throat, “For ambition, you were willing to kill my mother, to poison me. But what about the Blood Moon pack?” He stepped forward, eyes flashing with rage. “You were part of this place! Weren’t you afraid you’d burn yourself in your own bloodstained game?” Amanda scoffed, as if his question was laughably naïve. “Afraid?” She lifted her chin, each word striking like ice. “For a great cause, some losses are inevitable. Those ignorant commoners, what do their lives matter?”

I excuse myself and quickly make my way across the room to where he is facing off with some Vampire Lord or something. When the moron has the fucking audacity to insult him to his face I had enough. If someone is going to make his life miserable forever it’s going to be, and he is going to enjoy it at some point. He already does, he just won’t admit it. The monkeyman then asks who I am. Big fucking mistake Lord nogthing. “Cian Abysal, Crown Prince of Amar, and your worst nightmare if you don’t make a decision soon.” I answer, enjoying how the light slowly dim in his eyes and the color drains from his face.

“Oh, Amber… how little you understand the world you are playing with. You are fragile. Delicate. And yet… so cunning. You could ruin me. Or I could destroy you in an instant. Tell me, which will it be?” Amber’s chest tightened. Her mind was a whirlwind of strategy, fear, and rage. I can’t fight him head-on. Not yet. I need time. I need leverage. I need… Then it struck her—the one thing he underestimated: her ambition, her cunning, her absolute willingness to do whatever it took to protect her power. “I may be fragile,” she said softly, voice almost a whisper, “but I am not weak. You may think you know me, Dakota… but you know nothing. You cannot control what is already mine. You cannot contr

It was only fueled with outrageous needs to fulfill his ambition and nothing more than that. If only I don’t have read the messages earlier, I will fully appreciate him and his intention. He’s been too good to me. I thought he was perfect without flaws and everything other than his ambition. Then, it turns out that I am just blind to him. He was a monster and up until now, he is a monster. Inside, I was awkward. I am terrified about him and his actions. What does he have in his mind? How can he act like this if he instigated everything from the start?

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I