Beautiful Monster Novels & Stories

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

“My mind is playing tricks due to the fasting. It’s nothing but a trick of the shadows, right?” He turned back to the vault, but a heavy, freezing palm pressed directly against the center of his spine, sending a massive shockwave of primal terror straight down his nervous system. Bryce spun on his heel, his claws extending as he slashed at the air, but there was absolutely no one there. “Who is running an execution game in this house? Show your face!” his voice trembled, his scent turning completely putrid with fear.

The purple flesh didn't bleed; it exploded into a fine, gray powder that smelled of burnt sugar and old paper, the creature’s massive body collapsing onto the tracks in two separate, lifeless pieces. The remaining monsters stopped their harvest, their multiple rows of teeth twitching as they felt the sudden, violent termination of their pack mate’s frequency. They turned as a unit, their violet eyes locking onto the bleeding American girl who stood between them and their food. From the top of the entrance stairs, Kaden let out a roar of absolute fury as he saw her surrounded. He abandoned his position, his massive black form hurtling down the length of the platform, but he was too far away.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I'm able to wiggle out of his grasp, thinking Matthew is behind me, my heart skips a beat in relief. I turn around and see a giant monster appear in front of both of us. While I'm scared, Jackson is downright terrified by the massive beast. It looks like a wolf at first glance, but there's no way it could be. The animal is the size of a double-decker bus, with teeth larger than those of a megalodon shark. I have a strong urge to go close to it and stroke its fur. While I move closer, Jackson takes a few steps back. My eyes grow wide when I notice another beast appearing behind him. When Jackson takes notice of my expression, he looks behind him, then back at me again with a look of disgust.

That person was Chase! "These monsters are horrifying." Chase looked down and saw a bloody thread run through both the monsters' chests. One of them was a snake-like monster while the other had eagle-like claws. It looked like a Flood Dragon.

He was the captain of the army; how could he let a woman stay while he ran away. "You just ignore me. Get moving. You must hurry, or you will be bitten to death by them!" Azura growled, her gaze fixed on the monsters. And she was prepared to fight. She realized that the beast only appeared at night and hunted humans; human blood was their food. Alex now believes Azura's words; they aren't scared of silver bullets. His attack enraged the monsters even more. They howled, horrifying cries and growled as if competing for prey. They rushed towards Azura and Alex to attack; Azura warned Alex once more, then charged straight at the fierce monsters, exclaiming, "Go!"