Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

Flinging my ankles on a hard, burly wall of muscles which I presumed to be the monster's neck with so much strength and dominance that indicated the disallowance of any defiance nor retraction, he's hands left my legs wounded on his neck and skillfully found their way down to my hips, Slapping harshly on them, he wrapped his fingers around them and with one harsh, swift move, he pulled me closer to himself while I fought the darkness that sealed my lids from opening because it was all getting so vivid and crazy. The living breath in me was brutally knocked out of my lungs the moment he slammed into my flooding cunt in one ruthless, feral go that left me breathless, sending my lids to fly ope

This was no different from having dinner at a fancy restaurant except for the setting, but who cared about sitting on a chair and using napkins to eat when the man I loved was right in front of me, treating me even better than all the waiters in the world combined? "Let's make a toast." Roman muttered, and we raised our glasses. "To a not-so-perfect relationship," he added, and I chuckled before adding, "It's the best." We clunked our glasses together before drinking from them, a smile on her face as Roman stared at me as if I were some prize he won at a fair when I am the luckiest woman on earth.

I shook my head to pull the image out and opened my eyes well to listen to Victor. "Bella's mother was kind of my high school sweetheart, the only woman I had ever loved... like romantically." He stopped to glance at me, clearing his throat awkwardly before he continued. "She... well, she wasn't really a part of our world. She didn't know the danger of falling for a man like me. She didn't know the meaning behind the Viper tattoos behind the ears of the people around me. She was... too pure of this world. And you know how our world is. To gain more power, you gain an alliance through marriage. That was the future my father saw for me, and while he was the only parent I knew and lived my enti

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

The waves of authority that flowed off me could be felt by Xander and Monica, and although Xander was physically stronger than me, if I didn't reject the mate bond, then I ranked higher than him, becoming his Luna. Without a word we continued, pulling up at a mall. Monica thought it would be fun to watch a horror movie — blood and gore clearly being amusing to her. She loved watching movies with such because she had a knack for pointing out how fake a scene looked. Being werewolves, we were accustomed to seeing the real thing so the fake stuff didn't bother us.

She tilted her head back to look at me, moonlight catching in her eyes and making them glow faintly gold. "You make me want to be soft," I said. "At least with you." "Just with me?" "Everyone else still gets the monster." I leaned down until our foreheads touched. "But you get the man underneath. The one who wants quiet evenings and lazy mornings and a partner who challenges him to be better." Her hand came up to cup my face, thumb stroking along my cheekbone. "The man and the monster are the same person, Dante. I don't separate them. I love all of you."

Luna grabbed for the decanter slowly. This time, her hand was steady. The red liquid caught the light as she poured the wine into his glass. Roman grinned broadly, as if in agreement. "Interesting." With a voice almost audible above a whisper, she remarked, "You said you wanted honesty." "I owned that." He raised the glass and sipped slowly while maintaining eye contact with her. Then, with a hint of adoration in his voice, he put it down and leaned forward. "Luna, you're learning." She spoke quietly. "What am I learning?" His face grew softer, almost loving. "How to engage in monster play." The corner of his mouth curved as he stopped. "But tell me." He lowered his voice to a whisper that m

He smiled and cupped my face. "Damon," I murmured. "It's okay, rest," he kisses my forehead. "Stay with me please," I started crying. Why the hell am I so emotional? Damon hugged me, "I'm right here I'm not going anywhere." "I'm a monster," I sobbed against his chest. "No, no you are not a monster. You are beautiful," he said kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much." I look at him in disbelief, "How can you love someone as dangerous as me?"

“Damien…” He brought me to the edge twice before finally rising above me, eyes dark with obsession. When he entered me, it was slow and deep, filling me completely. We moved together like two halves of the same storm, powerful, relentless, perfectly matched. “I love you,” he growled against my throat, thrusting deeper, claiming me as thoroughly now as he had in the beginning. “My queen. My equal. The only one who could ever break me and make me whole.” “I love you,” I gasped, nails digging into his back as pleasure crested. “My monster. My captor. My everything.”

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.