Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

Sara twisted mid-air with a flexibility that the wolf had given her and her human body never had, hit the Wendigo's foreleg with her back claws, and raked downward with everything she had. It dropped her. She landed clean, found her feet in under a second, and went straight back in. Roman killed the Wendigo in front of him and stood for exactly one moment watching his mate, his Luna, his white wolf, forty minutes from her first shift, throw herself back into a fight she had no experience for and every reason to avoid. The third thing in his chest finally had a name. He was going to examine it later. Right now his mate was going to get herself killed. He had never been so completely, ferociou

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Even wrapped in the blankets of my dorm bed, I could feel the burning echo of that moment. But when sleep finally claimed me, it was not the monster I had imagined. It was him. I didn’t know his name. I couldn’t make out his face very well, only glimpses — storm-grey eyes that blazed with lightning fire, the cool pressure of a mouth that grazed against mine with reverence and desire, rough and warm hands that curled around my waist and drew me into him.

I stood beside Alessandro trying to process the fact that I was currently participating in the most unhinged ceremony in human history. The officiant started speaking, voice unsteady. Something about union and commitment. All the marriage bullshit. I just stopped listening at some point. Then Alessandro took my hand. My entire body tensed automatically. His grip tightened slightly, almost like a warning. “Do you, Alessandro Romano, take Celeste Marlowe to be your wife?” “I do.” No hesitation but no emotion either. Like the officiant had asked for the time.. “Do you, Celeste Marlowe, take Alessandro Romano to be your husband?

Dominic leaned down, his mouth slamming into hers in a bruising, deeply passionate kiss that effectively stole the breath straight from her lungs. Rosalie gasped into the heat of his mouth, her hands instinctively flying up to press flat against his broad, muscular shoulders. She pushed against him with all the fragile strength she could muster, her mind screaming a final, desperate warning about the sheer danger of letting this monster inside her heart and her body. But her resistance meant absolutely nothing to the warlord. Dominic didn't stop. He drank her quiet whimpers, his tongue tangling with hers in a dominant, possessive rhythm that turned her bones to liquid fire.

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

“You’re shaking.” “I’m fine.” I attempt to touch his arm, using my other hand. “You feel amazing.” “Do I?” A playful smile curls at the corners of his lips. He is so beautiful. “It makes me feel that you’re real. Not a distant stranger.” I meet his gaze. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” “If only you knew the monster in me, you’d be trembling in fear.” “Everyone has a monster, even me. But life must go on, I guess. We can’t always get whatever we want.”

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

The sight of it all made me go mad. “So good.” I said and held her hips as I moved. “So, fucking perfect.” I made eye contact with her and felt a rush of emotions flow through me. This was really happening. I was making love to my best friend, and it was good. It was so good I was feeling an obsession for her develop inside me. I was never going to let her go. No other man was ever going to have her. She was going to be mine and mine alone. No man was going to have her, taster her and see her this way. She was mine and mine alone.

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.