Female Monsters Novels & Stories

My lips were stained red, and resentment dripped from every step of my silver stilettos as I entered the Founders Ball like a ghost re-entering the ruins of her own grave. Eyes moved to me, fast and sharp, whispers and thoughts loud in my ear as I passed… “That’s her. The exile.” “She ran off to live with the humans. Shameful.” “She should’ve been stripped of the Morvain name.” “And now she comes back, like nothing happened?” I glared at everyone who dared to look at me. I made sure they realized I could hear them. Some cowered in fear. Others barely flinched. I walked further into the party, my eyes taking in the guests. Vampires, witches, fae... and werewolves?

Desperation fuels her attempts to flee, but her legs move as if submerged in thick sludge, each step a struggle against the unseen forces restraining her. Through the swirling mist, a monstrous form materialized— an entity born of her deepest fears. Its colossal silhouette loomed, a grotesque amalgamation of fur and sinew, a macabre tapestry of scars and wounds etched into its monstrous hide. Its eyes, vacant and soulless, bore into Marisol, sending shivers down her spine.

She had fantasized about it so many times and now she was finally doing it. She was having sex. Except not in the right hole and not with a handsome man. But within her numbed mind, it didn't matter that it was a monster fucking her. She had a cock in her craving body and she wanted more. The scout in front of Miri moved closer with his phallus fully erect and ready. He grabbed the young woman's left leg and lift it, pushing her hips a couple of centimeters back and the cock in her ass a little deeper. Miri moaned in utter bliss, not knowing that the best was yet to come. "You wouldn't believe how tight she is," said the creature that fucked her ass. The creature lifted her other leg as well

Her body begins to expand, bones cracking, robe ripping apart as she transforms into a dragon-like creature, her upper body still a woman, lower half scaled and monstrous. She breathes fire. I dodge. Then I shift. My monster form bursts free with two heads, wings wide, carrying the combined powers of my mates. I launch at her with claws tearing into her flesh. Teeth ripping skin. My fire collides with her dark force. We slam into walls, shattering stone. She roars. I hear pounding at the door as my mates are trying to break in. The hinges rattle but hold. Hadies rips herself free from my grip and blasts fire toward the entrance. “Get out!” she roars. “This is between two real queens!”

With just a trace of him, the females ran away and men were frightened of his savagery. Over a period of time woman stopped coming out of their houses. They were safeguarded by the men in the house. Because of the silent measure taken Otaku the monster became angrier than his usual and more villanous. He broke open the doors of people and attacked a feminine raping her perilously. He was a blood thirsty monster. Before killing any female, he sniffed her top to toe, killed her viciously and drank her blood. Drinking a female's blood transformed like a nectar in his body that gave him a life of immortality and thus he had no death.

I asked with a raised eyebrow, sniffing the air without noticing the monster's presence. “There's a rift in the underworld of shadows; I can feel it...Don't you hear the disturbing whispers?” The Succubus bit her lips while hugging her own arms. “That's why the beast is so restless; the darkness doesn't leave them in peace... I sense the presence of Malsumis creatures.” “What creatures are these?” I widened my eyes, shivering as whispers with malevolent words, screams, and moans echoed through the forest. “They are one of the worst, excellent at disturbing. They are evil entities that seek to disturb and manipulate those they encounter, feeding on the fear, terror, and even hatred of their v

Something wrong. The figure that rose from the shattered stone was no longer entirely Becky. Her body had grown taller, broader, twisted by the power coursing through her. Black fur rippled across her skin in jagged patches, her limbs elongated and distorted. Her claws were longer than blades, curving wickedly as dark energy seeped from between them. Her eyes burned crimson, no trace of the woman Elise had once known left within them. The monster lifted its head and screamed. The sound shook the ruins to their core, a scream of agony, rage, and unholy power all woven together.

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

"Your mate will hold your wolf in a pendant on her neck, and you have to find her before the vampires do." Jasmine moved her head a little, stirring from her sleep. Her body felt heavy, but she had actually not slept all night, working at the club downtown in order to scrap up money to move out again. She had frequent attackers at her apartment, and for the fourth time in the last six months, she had to move out again. The attackers don't even seem to realize she is an orphaned teenager who needed to work for literally everything, they just kept attacking.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s