Amphibia Monster Novels & Stories

He says stubbornly. I can feel myself trembling as he raises his hand to my face, his eyes pleading with me not to reject me. I want to give in to his touch so much but I know how excited Aurora can get when humans are close, especially when she's craving their blood. Right now I can hear his heartbeat, his breathing and the way his blood is pulsing. The monster inside of me is trying very hard to get out and I just can't let her get to Sky. "Sky please." I beg but I don't know what I'm begging for. I don't want him to go but I need him to, for his own sake.

She reached with one hand to my face, and the other drifted up and down my chest. “What are you so afraid of, Vlad? It wouldn’t be the first time we do something,” Amilia said. Frowning, I said, “This is not you, Amilia. What is happening to you!?” “Oh, I’m Amilia’s Monster… Dear,” Amilia said. I frowned hard, confusion taking all over me. Amilia’s monster? She never had a monster. She has never shown symptoms like us, unlike the others. “What do you mean, monster?” I asked, “I’ve never seen you before.”

Mia pulled Nanako's hand and stripping the pendant from herself, inserted it inside her palm. Before anybody could suggest otherwise, Mia jumped inside the waves. " MIAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MY Miaaaaaa! " A chilly horse male voice tried following her footsteps. But the waters repelled the creature on shore. It was a disgusting and hideous as it's voice was. A jumble of organs, randomly heaved over each other. The mouth could not be distinguished from the foot. It was a monster in all it's essence. " MIAAAA! " It started sniffing the air as the immortals surrounding it began to retreat.

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Philip asked, “What’s this meteorite?” Fennel frowned and said, “If I’m not mistaken, it’s not a meteorite but a living creature from the other shore—a monster. In the Graben Abyss, everyone who has experienced the final trial of the king of disciples has to face countless monsters. Thus, they develop rapidly in the fights with them. These monsters hatch from meteorite-like stones like this, suck the blood of humans, and devour human flesh to complete the stage of evolutionary growth.

Tears sprung forth as she glared at the monster before her. It looked like a cross breed between a leech and a flea, and it was already wriggling its huge bulbous butt, looking ready to pounce back onto its host. Just as Nozomi dove for her backpack, the parasitic monster jumped and crashed into the wall behind Nozomi. Nozomi’s fingertips barely reached her bag, with her legs still restricted by the monster under the table. She yanked hard on her bag strap then stuck her hand inside her bag.

"You're saying… you killed the Underworld's Alligator-Turtle?" Omar gulped with great difficulty. Another person chimed in, "That level three monster… hidden in the dangerous Lost Soul River?" Maya also gasped, and she widened her eyes, staring at Caspian, "The Underworld's Alligator-Turtle… that's surrounded by a group of the Armor-Breaker Fishes?" Even though Xander thought it was shocking, he pondered for a moment before saying,"I am not doubting you, but the news is astonishing."

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.