Garou Monster Novels & Stories

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

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

Gore's ears picked up on what sound like breaking glass. "Down Orange street," Gore linked to Karina, "get to the other end of the street, I'll stay here to back them up. Karina did as she was told. Soon after, Gore had the two, three foot tall monsters locked in a cage. "Maybe we should use them for training," Gore said, now in his human form. He sneered at the gnomes as they bite on the iron bars, begging to be set free. "The young wolves can really use some new training targets," Karina agreed.

Next, Caspian dug out the demon core from the monster's brain and placed the entire corpse in his storage bag. Maya glanced around and said, "This monster with the body of a goat and the face of a monkey is a Broken-Tooth Ape. However, the Broken-Tooth Ape never acts alone, and there'll at least be a dozen of them. Thus, there must be other Broken-Tooth Apes around, so be extra alert!"

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Something huge detached itself from the darkness and approached her. Carine scrabbled backwards away from the monster as it came towards her, halting in the middle of the room. It was six feet tall, covered in black leather which Carine abruptly realised was its skin and had what looked like wings folded on its back. She felt the twitch of madness grab at her as she looked upon the horrible face of a gargoyle; wide, bulging eyes in a muddy colour, fanged mouth revealed by peeled back lips. It stopped over the hole, squatted and issued a stream of liquid as it locked eyes with her. She’s just having a pee…

Chapter 25 - Love “Remember what I said. Once we get there, we will be out in the open. We must hurry on our horses and get for cover. The giants are cruel beings, and the monsters they are tasked with keeping from ever escaping their realms are even more ruthless.” Garren instructed as we all gathered around him. My hand tightened around my horse's reins, my knuckles turning white. Reaching to grip his shoulder with the other. I felt him tense as Balthazar rested his hand on his forearm. Mildred and Hunter following after him.

None of the monsters moved toward them as the two Picts toured the cave. “Enemies?” Gonar hissed to his master as they walked amongst the beasts. Every one of them yawned and appeared sleepy to Gonar. Every one of them sported an ivory coat of fur, save for the largest. Gonar peered over the edge of the walkway at the vast underworld. He eyed the only one of the beastmen covered in black fur, the one they called Adelaido.

Auras, the seed of magic that each pack member bore from The Beast. They had been so painstakingly careful with me since the first day I’d arrived. They had known I wanted them from the very start, and now the playing field was even. I smirked. It only made me love and crave them more. I gripped his cock through his jeans and enjoyed the alluring scent of his salty musk as it filled the air around us. His chest vibrated against mine in a possessive snarl. I did him one better and tilted my head back, exposing my throat in submission. His teeth clamped around my jugular and I dug my claws into the meat of his shoulder, then I jumped into his arms, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hand

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.