Beautiful Monster Novels & Stories

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

So close, that I could see small strands of her hair being blown across her face from my soft breathing. I stared deep into her blue-green eyes. "You wanna see how much more I can fuck you up, Tiger?" My voice was deep and rough, a sound I would only hear from a feral animal. She shrank under my gaze and her face turned as red as a tomato. What she was feeling, I could tell she liked it. Even if she didn't know it herself yet. For hours, it seemed like we stood like this, which really had to have been only seconds. Fuck, I could've ki-

I close my eyes and press two fingers to my temple, the ache there pulsing from equal parts stress, bourbon, and Atticus. "Say whatever the fuck you want," I mutter. "But Beatrice... she's the kind of woman that makes me forget how dark I am. At least until someone like you reminds me. When you see her, you'll understand." He chuckles like I've told him a joke. "I highly doubt that," he says, grin all teeth. "I actually pride myself on being a monster through and through. I'm sure she'll run off like the rest do."

Pain exploded across my scalp as I was yanked backward. I screamed. “Wrong direction,” Marcus said coldly. Tears burned my eyes—but I didn’t stop fighting. I kicked back wildly, connecting with his knee. He grunted— Loosened— Just enough. I twisted again, slipping from his grip and stumbling forward— Right into someone. Strong arms caught me. For half a second— Panic surged— Then— “Easy.” Dante. Relief hit so hard it almost dropped me. He steadied me quickly, pushing me behind him in one smooth motion.

It's a monster. "Get rid of the boy and take the girl to the pack!" ordered the blonde woman. "We just need the girl." The shackled monster has characteristics similar to a wolf but is more brutal and vicious. He started to open his mouth wide. I like Bewitched. I couldn't move my body at all; I couldn't even think. The monster opened its mouth as wide as possible until its jaw tore open. Sharp teeth protruded from the lacerations of his jaw. His jaw now even resembles that of a crocodile. All of them are filled with sensitive teeth.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

Scarlett cried, before sniffing her nose. "How scary is it?". Amelia asked because she was tired of playing games with Scarlett. "It's very scary Mama!". Scarlett said in between tears. Amelia nods her head so that Scarlett can continue her statement. "Inside the school premises….. I do see monsters walking with their head on the floor, while their leg is in the air……. I do see some monsters changing into beasts, and they always come after me, while using a knife". The young Scarlett declared.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.