Female Monsters Novels & Stories

He stands there in his shirt-sleeves, his chest heaving, his face contorted with a strange mix of hunger and deep-seated fear. And then I see three creatures so terrifying that I nearly fall to the ground in shock. They are tall, their bodies draped in tattered silks that move as if underwater. Their faces are masks of polished porcelain, devoid of eyes or mouths. “Who are they?” “The dark mistresses of the Seculum.” Myra responds. “The one on the right is the Mother of Shadows, the middle is the Mother of Sin and the left is the Mother of Suffering.”

Nezeira then asked her, “Do you know what happened here?” The woman replied, “Not exactly but I know something terrible. There were these creatures all over the place. They killed all, my colleagues.” Nezeira, “What kind of creatures?” The woman, “I have never seen such things nor ever I have heard about them. They are like these filthy monsters with fangs; they has these disgusting blisters all over their body, sharp nails and dripping blood from their mouth. I watched as they killed all.”

What Andrea said about the Demi-Human that were still treated like monsters were the ugly truth of Fantasma. And that kind of tragedy is still happening today and all over Fantasma. The society in Fantasma, didn’t fully understand the concept of other races in these world, because they were still wrapped in the idea of their own race supremacy especially the Humans. They only called the Demi-Human race that are have some similarity to human features and called them the Demi-Human and the rest fall into the category of monsters.

The succubus on my left rushed forward like a raging bull and tried to bind me with her chains, but with a slight alteration of my step I moved out of the chains trajectory and successfully evaded the attack. It continued to dash forward and tripped falling face flat, I saw it's thick thighs jiggle as it hit the asphalt floor with quite an impact. That was only a quick peek at a close distance but that is sure a spectacle that my former self wouldn't be able to notice. I was now facing off against a type of monster that can affect your acuity through sexual stimulation. ….A monster that embodies lust from head to toe. Swururung! Aside from the fight, I'm most worried that my fetishes will sl

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

Shortly afterwards, they lastly found what they’d been looking for. Evania and Sumico saw a young lady, about the same age with them. The young lady was seen squatting down on the floor, with all her fear, anxiety, panic and frustration. Meanwhile, in front of the young lady, they saw a big, tall, blue monster, with his two long pointed horns, his two sharp canine teeth, and his dark red eyes. The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions.

“They were so tensed– I was afraid they could even faint.” “And who are we talking about here?” Isla asked, finally exposing her confusion. “You’ve been grumbling for a while now but have not mentioned any names. You should come clear for me to understand what you're talking about.” Isla hinted. The were still on it when Jade joined them. “What are you girls talking about?” He questioned. “Well, it’s Phidel. ” Isla began. “She said she saw two girls who looked shocked seeing her.” “Not only shocked,” Phidel chipped in. “They looked like they would faint. I don't know if it's just me but I think they were weird – like they had seen a ghost.” She concluded.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

“Have the spirits been captured yet?” Luna Meria was horrified. “What spirits?!” Luna Sandra’s tone became mysterious. “There are spirits in this place! You don’t know. Every day, they crawl out to threaten me, especially at midnight. They have long tongues, red eyes, black hair, and they wear white clothes. They are the five mothers, the five mothers! They come to claim my life! It must be them! No, it could also be the third lady... Yes, it’s them!”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'