Broken Monsters Book Novels & Stories

“It says no one will die, soon after the seal is broken we will return to normal!” “Yeah, but are you willing to risk that!” “At this point, I'm willing to try anything Drom,” “This is crazy! There are no take-backs, no second chances, and all for what?” Dai raked the cover of the book and pulled out the dagger. Holding it firmly under his grip he clenched Drom’s arm when he began walking away. “You're not going anywhere!” “What's gotten into you?! Stop this!” At the exact moment Harmel violently pushed open the doors, a monk from the Forgotten Temples of South Angus was beside him, panting his lungs out.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

"There. Past the brook." Agamori spoke softly in Daniel's mind as he nodded his head out past the tree he was peeking from behind. Daniel squinted his eyes then carefully slid his head to the left until his vision cleared the tree, and he could see the squadron of goblins and trolls camped out in a clearing. Ever since they attacked Rosemary in the meadow, Daniel had grown very fond of exterminating goblins and was always glad to rid the North of the slimy, stinking vermin.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

“The witch has tethered herself to you again. Foolish. Desperate. You carry her soul in your chest like stolen flame.” I smirked, though my insides churned. “Then you already know you’ve lost.” The monsters lunged before she moved, a tide of claw and bone. My sword sang as I cut through them, but each strike sent tremors up my arms. They were not just beasts—they were made from stolen pieces of people, fragments of lives she had devoured. Their screams clung to their bodies. Every slash was a mercy, but it was also agony to witness.

She stood back-to-back with Julian. Her doctor’s clothes were ripped. Her hair was tangled and wild. A deep ache settled in her chest. Every time one of those monsters touched the page, Maya felt her memories tremble. These things weren’t just monsters. They were bugs—errors in the computer system, hungry for the story. “The Author said the secret is in the title!” Maya shouted, as the scratching of a thousand tiny legs got louder. “The title of the 100th chapter!” “How do you find a title for a chapter that hasn’t been written yet?” Julian asked. He kicked a shadow-creature away. His face twisted in pain when hot black ink scorched his spirit-leg.

“Christian and his brother, Alonso, spent most of their childhood here. I only found this place because I intercepted a transmission once… it was never in any of their files.” The place looked abandoned — until you noticed the blood-red insignia still carved into the steel doors: a faint serpent twisted through a crown. We stepped inside. The scent of old smoke and colder memories hit me instantly. This wasn’t just a place where kids grew up. It was a crucible. A forge for monsters. Our boots echoed against the floor as we moved past discarded crates and crates of untouched dust. In one dark corner, partially hidden under a broken desk, I found it — a thick leather book sealed in a cracked w

“We are two women holding two kingdoms together with spit, blood, and spite. We don’t have seven years to play nice. We have seven years to become the monsters they already think we are. Because if we fall—if we let this place fracture—Lyra and Aziel wake up to ashes and graves and children who never knew their parents’ voices.” She let that sink in. Kaelin raised her flagon, wine sloshing over the rim like blood. “To the monsters, then.” Rhea lifted hers. “To the monsters.” One by one, every wolf in the room followed—captains, scouts, healers, cooks, stable boys who’d snuck in to listen—until the war room rang with iron on iron and the promise of war. Serna drained her cup in one brutal swa

I asked. Everything he said was true. I did want to shower with hot water. I was sick of the cold water, and I needed the warmth to wash away my exhaustion and my memories when I do take a shower. The same goes for paying the Smith mansion a visit again, along with having better meals than just strawberries and hard-boiled eggs. I craved safety, whether it be from his driver, the outside world, or Jacopo himself. I also needed entertainment. I needed my books, not the ones that contained too many painful memories, but new ones I could immerse myself into and forget about the world. I needed something to keep my mind busy, so I wouldn't have to think about what my life could have been had I n