Best Monster Books! Novels & Stories

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

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“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.

Red, pink, and brown were the colors of the day. All around me lay the aftermath of a brutal attack. The scent of blood and death permeated the air, a stark contrast to the usual fragrance of flowers that graced our pack. The sight before me was devastating—my pack's warriors, once fierce and formidable, now lay lifeless, their bodies torn apart by the ferocity of a single assailant. The sheer brutality of the scene painted a vivid picture of the monster we faced. Whoever this adversary was, he moved so swiftly that I couldn't even catch a glimpse of his identity.

"Rendra loved you more than the company. More than his own life. By taking you—by making you love me—I finally erase him from existence. I don't just want your body, Dinara. I want the ghost of Rendra Pratama to watch from hell as you scream my name instead of his." "I will never love a monster." "Monsters are just men who have stopped lying to themselves." He dragged her toward the large leather sofa in the corner of the office. He didn't bother with the bedroom this time; the study was his seat of power, and he wanted his conquest to happen here, surrounded by the documents of his stolen empire. "Adrian, please... not here," she pleaded, her hands fumbling against his chest. "Here. Now. So

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Looking at everything familiar yet strange before my eyes, I seemed to return to that rainy day many years ago. I wandered aimlessly among the bookshelves with the child. Reading some simple little stories to her. Until evening, the sun went down. I got up with the child, ready to leave. But when turning to the corridor towards the exit. I ran head-on into someone. The books held in the other person's arms instantly scattered on the ground. "I'm sorry." We spoke almost at the same time. I hurriedly squatted down to help pick up the books. The other person also scrambled to clean up.