Futa Monster Novels & Stories

Cactuar (FF series) : Yes, I already know where this monster comes from. We include this fictional monster because when gamers hear the word Cactuar, the first thing that comes to mind is a fictional monster in the Final Fantasy game. This monster isn't that strong, but it's iconic with a cactus-like shape and his 1000 needles skill. 3. Hydra (God Of War) : We included Hydra because this fictional monster is already everywhere, and yes, as you know, this is a monster that comes from Greek mythology and has strong characters. Hydra's head can grow many times every time it is cut, that's what makes this fictional monster so iconic.

- The day where students do a ritual to get the Fera they are destined for "Igreja dos Deuses"-A temple where the Dea and Deus of Mundo da Fantasia are worshiped "Womb of Feras" - A Basket held by the statue of Dea Natureza, The Goddess of Nature. The Womb of Fera spawns a Fera destined for a Fantasian.

It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man. At that moment, it had only one option… RUN! Unfortunately for the beast, escape was no longer an option. “[Force].” The Boss Monster suddenly lost control over its battered body, feeling itself get pulled back despite all attempts to flee. It screamed at the top of its lungs for help, but… ~FWUUSH!~ … There was no one to listen. “G-gurrruk!” It was the strongest on that Floor, and now it was the last one standing

Warm blood flowed onto her palm. On the other side, Alpha King had already pounced on two rogues at once. His body grew larger, dark fur appeared, and his face transformed into a full wolf’s muzzle. His fangs sank deeply into one enemy’s shoulder, while his claws ripped through the other’s back. “Don’t dare approach my Lyara,” he growled lowly before flinging both of them into the stone wall.

It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man. At that moment, it had only one option… RUN! Unfortunately for the beast, escape was no longer an option. “[Force].” The Boss Monster suddenly lost control over its battered body, feeling itself get pulled back despite all attempts to flee. It screamed at the top of its lungs for help, but… ~FWUUSH!~ … There was no one to listen. “G-gurrruk!” It was the strongest on that Floor, and now it was the last one standing

Fret. I'd never seen him this enthusiastic about anything since his health failed, and it was refreshing to say the least. For a few hours, I allowed myself to forget that in forty eight hours, I’d be moving into a den of wolves. That I was now going to be living with the same men that had sworn to make my life a living nightmare.

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

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

"Oh, so what information were you able to gather?" "Yes, I went to the Midnight territory; they were the ones who got hit the most; they lost most of their powerful fighters, but I heard they have a female Alpha Maria; she has the same powers your mom has." "What powers?" "I heard their howl can control other werewolves around them; I wish I could do that." "Oh, really, she is that powerful?" "No, they said she hasn’t found her mate, so she isn’t strong like our Luna."

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr