Broken Monsters Book Novels & Stories

I cursed the library for being so huge, until I spotted a name. The book was wine coloured and had the words, ‘Laws of The Pack’ written in a very bold and elegant font. I took it out of the shelf, feeling accomplished. I made my way out of the library and towards my chambers as I was eager to scan each page of the book. I knew the task was going to be hectic, but I was willing to take the risk, for Kayla. As I made a turn into the hallway my chamber was located, I sighted the messenger wolf, pacing frantically in front of the door. My eyebrows were raised as I approached him.

This place were filled of heated rocks, falling rain of fire, black hawks that didn't die, a black hole at the center of the territory and different monsters and witches. It's scary in here since I got here two years ago and me and my twin sister cried because it's so sad in here. It's not our fault to kill our own parents, my father raped and molested us and my mother was a drug addict and sometimes brought us to her drug addict friends and told us to dance in front of them. It's not easy to lived as humans I guess. I heard footsteps approaching in my room. I prepared myself to hear our master's loud voice and for my sins to confess.

Letting more laughter escaped my mouth, I then smacked the golem with my hand, causing it to flew to one of the trees and the tree broke apart and fell, rendering the ground to quake. “Stupid golem, don’t surprise me like that, idiot.” I mumbled and continued walking. “T-That…” Elfina couldn’t believe her eyes. “D-Did you just singlehandedly destroyed an obsidian golem?” Her tone sounded like she just saw something incredible. But I don’t have even the slightest clue of this obsidian golem she spoke of. Really, I should buy an encyclopedia of monsters in this world because the web novel didn’t explain a thing about any monsters. What I do know is that they explained many common monsters lik

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

“No movement outside.” I hovered over the keyboard, my finger shaking above the button. Twenty seconds. Then— The lights flickered. The walls trembled. A single *bang* echoed through the night. And the door exploded inward. --- Gunfire erupted. I hit the ground as bullets tore through the motel. Damien’s men. They had found us. Carter fired back, but he was weak. Michael grabbed him, shoving him behind cover. “Winnie, hit the damn button!” I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding.

also spoke of the pack killer's protector." I told Atlas. "I knew he had something to do with your disappearance. I know that you are the moonstone guardian and Kara I am your protector as well. But I know where you are now. I know that the mountain range happens to be on the land of Bishop's. I will come and get you my aruna. Just hold on, I'll be there tonight." he told me. "Be safe, Atlas. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." I told him. "I will," he replied. And with that he cut off the link just in time as Elder Bishop came back into the room. "So did you get a chance to look at the book?" he asked me. I didn't respond to him. I just looked at him with a glare. Al

"Damn it, Shanks, stop!" My legs carried me down the corridor past the office area and down the stairs. I didn't know exactly where I was going, but I knew if I didn't move I would just burst. The monsters that killed my parents ... they were still alive! How could fate do this to me? Why were these beasts allowed to breathe while the people who gave me my life lay underground and slowly crumbled to dust? It was … My foot slipped on the bottom step of the stairs. I bent over and didn't fall because I quickly grabbed the banister.

All I wanted was to be with my three handsome monsters. After they took turns fucking me until I couldn't move, we collapsed together, breathless and laughing softly, skin slick with sweat, and hearts full. Wrapped in their arms, I felt complete in a way I never knew was possible. Thorne. Raven. Lucian. All three of them had pieces of me... my heart, my scars, and my desire. I had kissed them. Touched them. Loved them in ways no one else can. Back when I lived in Greystone Falls as a human, never for once did I imagine I would be fated to three handsome monsters.

He’d only ever wanted to do his best for the Blood Moon pack. Mint that had been strung in vials from tree to tree now lay upon the grass, the shattered remains of the glass cracking beneath his boots. Rabbits – a sign of family, of protection – scurried into patches of undergrowth, freed from their enchantments when their magical cages had been broken. Their wide, innocent eyes mocked and haunted him. Bunting in the colour of bloodstone had been ripped to shreds by unforgiving claws.