Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

Elliot said in frustration, Amelia thought for a few moments before agreeing with a sigh, they let go off each other’s hands and suddenly ran in opposite directions leaving the monster temporarily at loss. “Hey worm-head, come catch me if you can.” Elliot shouted while waving his spear, the monster didn’t understand his words but it understood his taunting and took off after Elliot who already resumed running, Amelia took this chance and began firing arrows, like streaks of light the arrows the arrows flew but the moment they touched its exoskeleton there was the sound of colliding metals before the arrows snapped in half and Amelia cursed under her breath, she nocked and fired again, this t

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

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