Gluttony Monster Novels & Stories

croaked the monster raspily in human tongue. "Thank you, my Lord," said the woman reverently, stepping aside, "Do enjoy your meal." The monster sniggered vilely. "With today's meal, I'll just need another seven hearts, then I'll regain my full power! By then, you shall have your reward of eternal life." The female survivor dipped her head lower, appearing ever so demure and deferential. The monster's incredibly long arms stretched well past its knees, with five razor blade-like bones for fingers instead of a meaty paw.

"You ungrateful little bitch! We never should have brought you back! You were a curse from the day you were born! A cold, emotionless monster!" There it was. The truth they’d painted over with family photos and forced dinners. A monster. Maybe he was right. "Finally, something we agree on," I said, my voice eerily pleasant. I slammed my palm down on the cheap IKEA coffee table between us. "I am a monster. And monsters eat their young. Get out. Now." The sound wasn't a slam. It was a crack. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from under my hand, racing across the laminated surface. Then, with a groan of surrendering particleboard, the entire table collapsed into a heap of splinters and shame.

Monique raised a trimmed eyebrow and said in a confused tone, “Control my appetite?” She pulled the bowl of instant noodles to herself and pierced a meatball with her fork. “It’s been a while since I last tasted meatballs this delicious. Kinda want another one.” She made a dramatic gesture as she waved the meatball in the air. Henry gave her an exasperated look. “I think you’re becoming a glutton. We can’t have that now.” “Wouldn’t it be better if I was fat? Then I wouldn’t be able to escape your claws.” Monique looked down at her belly.

“288 said the other two in the final are Cheng’s dad and Gamba. He’s the one who looks like he’s made of boulders.” “Have all the other fights taken place?” I asked him. He had pages of stats and scores like he had his own team in a Fantasy Monster League. Or Fantasy Fantasy Monster League. “Yes. The loser was Skull-Face. The one with the giant head. He gets eaten by the winner.” “How they gonna eat him?” said Flossie. “His head won’t fit in anyone’s mouth.” “They probably won’t eat him whole,” said Maurice. “We’ve never seen the Masters consume anyone. It might not be the knife and fork kind of eating.”

My stomach growled in anticipation, and I dug in with reckless abandon, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes. I ate with a ferocity that surprised even myself, my hunger and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of this culinary delight. Lyrien's voice interrupted my gluttony, ''Eat slowly, you might hurt your stomach.'' I nodded, mesmerized by the vibrant colors and warmth of the world around me. It was a beauty I had never beheld before, a stark contrast to the darkness I had known. Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to that fateful night two years ago, when I was 18 and first discovered my inner demon.

“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?”

“I didn’t know that we can have monster meat as food.” “Of course, they can.” Aran answered. “Although it’s common to use poultry and livestock as gourmet ingredients, some monsters can be used as ingredients also, like the giant chicken of the highlands, or the massive clam of the deep sea. It’s not common, but it’s not impossible also.” “I see.” I let that newly gained information sink in. Since the time Wolfgang group captured the Polbit, an idea had been staying inside my mind, but I wasn’t sure if this idea would work. But seeing that woman selling the grilled meat made me sure of one thing.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

She treated me as if she knew my pain and I thanked her later for that. "You look much better than earlier today. Did you like what you saw outside the house?" - Margot asked as she rolled some kind of mushroom in a leaf and put it in her mouth, while the others ate a rib like there was no tomorrow, it was admirable the size of their stomachs. "I loved it. It's something you don't see every day." - I said smiling and stuffing my mouth full of seaweed and chicken. "I hope you have good memories when you leave. Life is beautiful, always live like it's your last day, but don't wish it to be your last day ever." - Klaus was looking at me and biting into a piece of meat, he looked like a monster.

Every mouth-watering one of them. And boy, did the girl have a figure. Tiny and petite girls didn’t usually have the rack and ass I craved, but Gypsy did. Her curves were damn near impossible to look away from, and I knew I wasn’t the only member of the Savage Sons to notice. “You sure?” Monster scratched at his head; his usual shit eating grin pulled up the corners of his mouth. “Because I heard Sylvia walked in on you two getting it on the other day.” His low laughter filled the air.