Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

I couldn't see his face clearly… just the sharp lines of his silhouette and the quiet menace in how he moved. Then he spoke. His voice was like gravel soaked in oil, deep. It was commanding and outright dangerous. “I’m Alessandro Romano,” he said as if that name should mean something to me. He took one step closer. “And as from this very second, I own you, Celeste Marlowe.” I froze. My heart stopped… No, it didn't, you dummy… He waited for a bit before adding like it was the final twist of the knife: “And before you ask questions… your father sold you out.”

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.

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

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

For a second time–and hopefully the last–Amara sees and knows what the world of the dead was like once more: It was nothing more but a cage meant to keep them enslaved like the strings of fate dictating them, to the will of useless beings who called themselves gods when they do absolutely nothing but take and take but you know, my dear, out of all the others… Roman settles back on his throne and finally allows himself to smile. …ah, Amara, you are truly the only one I could love. . . . “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the

Daniel lets out a gasp of thanks as we find release in each other's arms. I stare at the wonderful piece of woman lying asleep next to me on the bed. I had just made love to Josie Geronimo and it's like no other. After this, I know there would be no other woman for me. She's so pretty with her hair spread out beneath her. In her arms, the demons in my head are quite silent. I can only hear the steady beating of her heart.

“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.