Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

“You made one mist ake tonight, Romano.” “Oh?” “You assumed love makes men weak.” I leaned slightly closer, voice deadly calm. “But men like me?” I smiled coldly. “We become monsters when someone touches what we love.”

Then, in my best attempt at a fierce tone, I ordered, "You’re not allowed to take it off! And you’re definitely not allowed to like anyone else!" The delicate pink-and-white crystal flower caught the moonlight, reflecting a soft shimmer in his dark eyes. His usually indifferent gaze softened, his lowered lashes concealing the faint amusement flickering beneath them. In a quiet voice, he murmured, "There is no one else. And there never will be." Feeling satisfied, I fell asleep without a care. By the time I woke up the next day, I had forgotten everything. Even when bits and pieces of that night eventually resurfaced, the only thing I remembered clearly was the phrase ‘I like you.’

“You make me feel like I’m just a trophy you won. Not a person you care about. So yeah, I kissed you. I let you touch me. Because for a second, I wanted to feel something other than disappointment.” He shook his head, stepping forward. “That’s not true.” She didn’t back away. “Isn’t it?” He opened his mouth. Closed it. For once, he didn’t know what to say. Kristen continued, voice steady. “You only show me passion when you’re scared of losing me. You never show love when you feel safe. Never softness. Never warmth. It’s always fire with you. Never peace.” Carlo swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to be soft.”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.