Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

"You're a quick learner." You know I thought you were a monster so I didn't want to get married to you "Hazel said Damon chuckles darkly at Hazel's confession, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "A monster, am I?" he muses, tracing a claw along her jawline. "Perhaps you're right. But monsters are the ones who get what they want." His hand moves lower, cupping her breast roughly and squeezing until she winces. "And what I want is you, my sweet little bride. Your fear, your pain, your utter devotion to my twisted desires."

“Ah, you're right. I watched them because they seemed like the ideal couple! Honestly, I envy the way they hold each other up. If only I had been more patient, maybe I would not have broken up with my boyfriend” "your lover?" "Yeah, he's a nice guy. He is compassionate, and also hardworking. But I can't accept his gambling attitude! Whatever money he has, he will spend it” "Oh dear, you deserve better than that man!" Maya rubbed Mona's shoulder, she treated Maya exactly like her own daughter. Maya nodded her head, she could only sigh heavily. Her heart was relieved that Mona didn't think about anything else about her "I just hope they will continue to be happy like that, Miss Aria and Mr Luc

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

JULY 4, 1975 “Hey, check this out.” I stared into the little plastic tank that the “Sea Monster Pets!” were supposed to grow in. I’d slept in the day after The Kiss, and Matt and I were just bumming around in my room, reading comics. The storm had passed overnight but a cold drizzle still fell. It was supposed to clear later and we were going to meet the girls at the beach.

"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.

"Like jasmine and the first rain in Owerri. It was the only memory the clinic couldn't extract from my brain." He kissed me then—not the desperate, frantic kiss we’d shared during the breach, but something slow, deep, and devastatingly tender. It tasted of salt and the terrifying promise of a future that didn't involve running. For the first time in five years, the "Monster" wasn't fighting. He was coming home.

“I need to know what kind of monster I’m falling for. I need to know how much blood is on your hands because of me!” The confrontation exploded. Dante grabbed me, pulling me against him with bruising force. “You think I enjoy this? You think I like becoming the monster? I’m doing it for you. Every body. Every death. Every shadow I eliminate is to keep you breathing.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. I kissed him back just as fiercely, nails digging into his shoulders, pouring all my fear and anger into it. The kiss turned violent, hungry, the tension that had been building for days finally snapping.

Damien handed her the torn skirt and top with an indifferent glance, his focus already shifting back to his brother. “Still obsessed with your lycanthrope?” Damien asked, his tone laced with mild curiosity as he surveyed the room, taking in the disheveled state of the bed. “She's my favorite rat,” Darius replied with a smirk, pulling a black shirt over his head. “And since we’re at war with the werewolves, I have to settle for what’s available—my little rat.” Damien sighed, taking a seat on a plush sofa opposite the bed. “I don’t need the details of your sex life, Darius. The Master called for you.”

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

I nodded at him and he left my study room. "So, Miss Monroe, we are going to meet very soon." A big smile spread across my lips looking at her picture. . . . I was waiting for her in my room and suddenly I heard the click of twisting the door knob. The moment she stepped into the room pushing the door her scent hit my nostril and my Beast started to howl in the back of my mind. A smell of rose after rain and vanilla hit my nose which excited my wolf and raced my heart. My beast was pushing to take control but I tried my best to keep him under control. There will be no surprise if he took control because he always does this. I saw a figure entering the room and approaching me. My heart was be