Female Monsters Novels & Stories

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

I said, “go get the fucking net. Now!” I stayed in the doorway, ready to pull the door shut if the thing got out. The girls were all talking at the same time, their voices getting louder. I heard Matt’s footsteps pounding down the stairs. “Look under my arm, you should be able to see. One at a time,” I said, keeping my voice level. “No screaming or sudden noise.” My eyes never left those two oily, glistening tentacles. The chitinous hooks on the underside clinked and scraped on the porcelain as the creature held its grip.

Eric said while smirking at Rose. Her dad, Mr. Caden Carter looked at Amy and Rose and said "You two ladies look beautiful, but there will be another beauty with us tonight." Just then she noticed someone in the shadows of the curtain. The color from her face drained out. She became so pale that someone could have mistaken her for a sculpture. The knots in her stomach tightened so much that it hurt. Libelle. What the hell was she doing here? She was wearing a pink dress with flowers on it ,it made her look like a little fairy. Belle came running to her and hugged her so tight that she crèche her dress. But none of that mattered right now.

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

The woman who once she thought that loves her dearly, but was not and the woman she hated now to be called, “Mother.” “You devil!” “Shh...” she whispers, slowly making her way to the almost lifeless body of the woman who once was the most beautiful maiden but now is an unrecognizable freak. Grabbing a doll and holding it close in her chest as the light slowly makes Miranda's face visible to see, the horror that any human might encounter cannot describe what she becomes. Seeing her state and features that resemble not even a human to call, but a monster she created and carved with every detail.

With both hands, the female bird covered her breasts and femininity in shame. "Get out! Get out of my face! All of you get out!" The monster goes berserk and flips the blanket over, prompting the other girls to stand up and flee the room. "Verräter! You disturbed my rest just to report to me this worthless foreigner? You don't even know her identity?!" There's a hint of irritation in the creature's voice; he doesn't want to be bothered every time he does something, especially when the things reported to him don't make sense. The angry eyes of the bird can also be seen through the see-through fabric.

Another woman, an Asian in fighting gear, spoke up. "Yes, we have." Celia said. "But this time....it is much more serious." "And why is that?" Gerold asked. Maddie watched as Celia took a shaky breath, then continued. "You all saw what happened on my daughter's birthday, did you not? You all were present, as this girl," she pointed to Maddie. "Invited demons into our basement. Shadow Monsters, the likes of which we have never seen before. It was all we could do to keep those monsters away. Several Hunters lost their lives! Several others were terribly injured."

It was like something out of a horror movie as it creaked loudly, making her heart pound louder as she expected bats or something to fly out. ‘Hello?’ She whispered, fighting the urge to turn around and flee. She was about to run back up the stairs when a quiet voice said. ‘Hello.’ Back to her, and she swore her heart stopped beating as she bit her bottom lip and entered the dimly lit basement and came face to face with the horror that Morningstar had created. The six naked women stared at the stunningly beautiful redhead, ‘Who are you?’ A slender brunette with bruises on her ankles and wrists asked, and the young woman opened her mouth, but no words came out. Mervon was shocked into silence

“There are three women inside. They beckon with hands that have too many fingers, and watch with faces that have too many eyes, and even their eyes have too many pupils. Their skin is . . . un-gentle. One has a breast that is more cube than sphere. Another has only one breast, and the third’s are mismatched, one much larger than the other. I see an eye where a navel should be. I see a mouth that is too wide on one side, stretching up into the cheek with a grin that reveals uneven fangs. The sight of these women is repulsive, and yet I am compelled by their tantalizing scent. A tendril of flesh coils out from the door, beckoning me as a finger would. Come hither, it says. I am frightened. I s