Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

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.

He had finally succeeded in drawing a reaction out of her. “Belonging. Respect. Those are fairy tales, my dear Lydia,” he said, his voice dripping venom. “You’ll always be a vampire. You’ll only ever belong with us—” I didn’t even register when my power surged. One second, he was talking, and the next, I had flung him against the wall without even leaving my seat. The force of impact knocked the breath from him, and Lydia let out a startled yelp. I stalked toward him as he lay crumpled on the floor, clutching his side in pain. Without hesitation, I planted my boot against his chest, pinning him down as he wheezed beneath me.

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

Maggie turned to him, squinting. “Why are you suddenly so interested? You knew they existed already?” “What? No! I was just trying to start a conversation,” he said quickly, laughing it off. She smirked. “You can do better than that. What made you think I’d be in the mood for monster talk?” He shrugged sheepishly. “Who knows?” “They’re monsters, Fighter. Literal beasts that tear people apart. That’s not exactly sexy pillow talk,” she teased, then leaned in a little. “Let’s talk about something else—like us.”

“No. They should be going to her. Push them away, Ronan!” Ronan tried. His voice grew desperate as he begged the creatures to turn. To leave them. To attack Calla instead. But the monsters did not listen. Their red eyes fixed on Tanya’s group. Saliva dripped from long teeth. They charged. The first monster leaped straight at the wolf closest to Tanya. Its jaws clamped down on his arm with a sickening crunch. The wolf screamed. Blood sprayed across the snow. He tried to stab it, but the creature shook him like a rag and threw him to the ground.

Then Dylan began to slowly release his grip. "Sir, are you not going to pick up the fruit you picked earlier? Are the fruits for yourself, or do you want to share with others? The fruits in the suburbs are indeed delicious, it's a shame that few dares to take it because of the many monsters lurking around during the day." The monsters here are mostly lurking around during the day when the sun comes up. Maybe it's because they have basic human features, that's why they hide at night. “I was so shocked when I heard a monster talk this afternoon! Isn't that their latest evolution, sir? We should be able to exterminate them sooner so they can't evolve!"

Fear gripped me in its icy embrace, paralyzing me, "Have a death wish or what?" "Let me go, you... you fucking monster!" I spat, struggling against his hold, but he only pressed harder, his body an unyielding barrier as it pressed against me, his colonge wafted into my nostrills. "I could let you go," he mused, lips hovering dangerously close to mine, his nose burshing against mine, "But the monsters here certainly won't. Although it'd be a very pleasant sight to watch the rogues tear you apart, and devour you limb by limb but then again if you die we'd have another problem to deal with at home so keeping you alive seems less of a problem for now." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a pr