Class Monsters Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Different instincts, Same hunger. Then, softer now, he said, “There’s more at stake here than politics and bloodlines, Leonidas. Something older is stirring. The Fae have gone silent. The witches are... watching. Our enemies multiply in corners neither of us can see.” “So you want a leash around the storm,” I said under my breath. “No.” He shook his head once, deliberate. “I want to point it at the right enemy.” I stood. My height towering over everyone in the room.

Yet now, faced with the cruel truth, the pain was unbearable. After saying that, Mom grabbed me by the collar. Her expression twisted with malice as she snarled, "Hand over the money, or don't bother calling me 'Mom'!" I wiped my tears and let out a cold laugh. "Fine." That single word made her freeze. When she came to her senses, a dark, vicious gleam flickered in her eyes. The next second, there was a deafening crack against my skull. Darkness swallowed my vision whole. When I woke up again, I couldn't see a thing.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

Creed added. "But the gorbloyds can see them if their direction is noisy." Van said. "Exactly. Monster Vampires, on the other hand, can chase the Gorbloys without difficulty." Creed said. "So the first move is the Monster Vampire to chase the gorbloids and when the gorbloyds die I'm sure they'll all move to advance to the finish spot." Creed said so we nodded. "the plan, we will wait for the Monster Vampires to attack the gorbloyds, when the monster vampires attack we will slowly sneak to the finish spot." Said Creed.

The enemy inside Later that night, Carlo stood alone in the surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with monitors and flickering screens. Every angle of the compound was visible—every entrance, hallway, blind spot, and roof corner. The room was cold from the hum of the machines, but a thin layer of sweat clung to his neck. He watched in silence, his eyes bloodshot and wide open, refusing to blink for too long. He had zoomed in on the northeast perimeter three times in the last hour. No movement. No shadows. There was no sign of Marcus. But still… his gut twisted.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Even for monsters. Especially for them.