Blind Monster Novels & Stories

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

They have to hunt and are in competition with these animals. Suddenly the Bunte senses the captain's presence and spins around. Bolis stands up and opens his arms wide as if challenging the monster. Krystal's hand becomes a vice around mine in response, and I hiss out in pain before I can stop myself. "Sorry," she whispers while releasing my hand. I immediately wish she hadn't let go. Holding onto them always calms me down and this monster looks worse than I imagined. The Bunte charges Bolis, and Krystal's hands shoot up to cover her face. I keep my eyes on the field as best as I can, but worry for Krystal has me distracted. She seems to find this fight more terrifying than all the others.

A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of my mind, faint and distant, a primal warning that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t place it — it wasn’t my own fear, but something else, something ancient and wild, screaming at me to run. The Blue Moon Beast was the apex predator of the Black Forest — ten times more savage than a hellhound. Any creature that entered its territory, werewolf or otherwise, didn't leave alive. "I want to take one home — Damien, isn't it pretty?" Wendy raised her bow and nocked an arrow. "Don't!" The arrow was already in the air.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

He wasn’t joking when he said my pack needs him and I am his mate. Left with the inability to explore the wall of reality which scared me limitlessly, as the blindfold off my eyes was removed and I could see he truly is a monster. A shiver went up my spine when I touched him. I gasped and drew my hand back, crawling back. “Oh my God… You are a werewolf, Blaze.” I hugged my sides, utterly repulsed by him. Scattered like sand in a hand, I was swaying with the wind which held nothing but ominous omens for me.

And somehow— That scared me more than anything. Later… When everything was set— When the plan was in motion— When there was no turning back— I stood in my room, staring at my reflection again. Same face. Same eyes. But something had changed. Not just fear anymore. Not just survival. Something sharper. Something that matched them. A knock came at the door. I didn’t have to ask who it was. “Come in.” Dante stepped inside. Alone. Of course. “You ready?” he asked. “No.”

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."

"Gabriel, after review, the panel still finds you to be inherently dangerous." I clenched my teeth and pressed the button again. Gasps rippled through the room. The second extraction required red-hot needles. No one had ever endured it. I asked the judge for three stimulant injections to make sure I wouldn't pass out from the pain. The needles drove in. My whole body twisted, my bones cracking under the strain. Everyone said I had lost my mind. A few minutes later, I was covered in blood. The second memory appeared on the screen.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.