Broken Monsters Book Novels & Stories

The healers’ chamber now resembled a bunker. The walls creaked, and the runes Damian had carved into the threshold flashed red as they absorbed the blows from outside. Regnar braced himself against the metal cabinet, which trembled constantly under the Empties’ attempts to break through. The mute demon’s strength was immense, but the attackers sought to grind him down with sheer numbers and relentless force.

I turned around and walked to my warriors, instructing them to start the war. The war started and gunshots were fired all around. It soon changed from a gunfight into a fight of teeth and claws. As the conflict raged on, we advanced, pushing the werewolves deeper into the heart of their once-impregnable territory. The pack house, a symbol of strength and unity, now stood on the brink of destruction. The werewolves, overwhelmed by the relentless assault on them, found themselves facing a dire choice – retreat and scatter around the pack house, or stand and face annihilation brought upon them by us.

The creature screamed pitifully, each of its surviving jaws firing sparks loud enough to burn me. "Uncle goblin, be cautious with the life-and-death book," the voice said, surprising me, and a spark hit my body, hurting it. I groaned and glanced down to see the death book. Death book is being slowly devoured by the fire that emanates from hell. I muttered silently a few phrases, the book from hell was burned by hell fire, aren't any items on the earth that can withstand fire? I roared in rage and swung my sword forward and slashed, pushing all my might into the blade, ignoring the wound that was beginning to spread and the anguish that was beginning to afflict my eternal body. With a sword i

Another mess in this dump almost makes it feel like home. Eyes darting at me, holding Raven feels more like I'm in my own mausoleum.

The first night Aslan was locked up in the basement of Rosat’s headquarters, he couldn’t sleep at all. His body kept him awake because he felt unsafe. Furthermore, that room was a source of Aslan’s trauma. All night, he just curled up in a corner with tears streaming down his face. No one came to him after his father left. The door was locked from the outside, and Aslan knew security outside his room was tight.

The scent of men who had already used their toys. My thighs pressed together out of instinct, trembling as I thought of what was coming. Of the men they said came here. The Monsters of the North. The beasts who didn’t just fuck—they destroyed. The ones who were said to knot a girl so hard she couldn’t walk for days, who split cunts and left them dripping with seed like trophies. The goddess should’ve struck me dead before letting me end up here. And then, Suddenly— The music stopped. The pounding, screaming, filthy bass went dead all at once, like the world had been yanked out from under me. My breathing was all I could hear, shallow and ragged under the blindfold.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

With practiced efficiency, they formed a circle, channeling their fragments to create a dome of light that encircled the book,containing the darkness within. The book writhed, its corrupted fragment pulsating with rage. The whispers grew deafening, a symphony of despair trying to break through the barrier of light. But the guardians held firm, their resolve unwavering. Finally, with a collective surge of energy, they imbued the dome with a cleansing light. The library trembled, the symbols on the walls flickering with a dying glow. The whispers faded into an eerie silence, and the corrupted fragment within the book dimmed, its power neutralized.

The monsters tried to block my path, but Na Ri, Hye Jin, and Nikolai fought fiercely, their attacks precise and unrelenting. “Seojin, now!” Minseok’s voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. I raised my hand, my mana surging to its peak. The crystal’s glow intensified, its surface fracturing further as I unleashed a powerful blast. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, knocking everyone off their feet. Whoosh! Bang! Crash! When the dust settled, the crystal was shattered, its glow extinguished. The remaining monsters let out guttural cries before collapsing, their forms disintegrating into ash.

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.