Class Monsters Novels & Stories

If they defeated ten, a hundred came forward. And if they somehow survived those, a thousand more were already waiting. It felt endless and hopeless. The wolves fought desperately; they bit, they clawed, they tore through flesh and darkness alike. Yet the enemy continued advancing especially the giant Umbreals. The colossal monsters that shook the earth with every step; creatures so enormous that ordinary warriors could not even reach their vital points, each movement from those monsters created earthquakes, each roar shattered courage. Many wolves had already accepted death and then... Silver light descended and the gigantic Umbreal standing at the center of the battlefield suddenly explode

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Their enthusiasm immediately vanished when they saw so many monsters in front of them, not just one but thousands of monsters standing with hungry stares. "Damn, they're all level eight and nine monsters. Run!" Of course, they could fight back, but at the moment they couldn't use their full strength due to the rules inside the tomb. So even if they could fight, it would be so weak that they wouldn't be able to withstand a single attack from those monsters. ROOAAAARRRRRR... SLASSSHHHH...

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

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 other buddies also voiced annoyance. "Are all of these monsters on the first floor dead?" Yazu said while cursing. The other four youths yelled, "What?" in unison. Yazu's statements prompted his other soldiers to respond. None of them want to waste the hell stones given to the association. "I apologize. The joke is on you. All the monsters in this dungeon haven't been numbered according to the system array and magic, after all. So it will not be feasible for monsters to become uncommon or fatigued, after being chased by this fighter on the first floor!"

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}