Grover Monster Novels & Stories

Grover genuinely apologized,"I'm just saying that you look too approachable. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a saint for not jumping you, right now." "You are such sweet dummy." Heather giggled and laced her arms around his neck, careful not to rub her face against his as she leaned in for a hug,"You really didn't have to apologize.", "I know." He replied with a smirk and she drew apart from him, punching him not so lightly on his shoulder, "Asshole.". He chuckled and took off his jacket as he settled his weight on her bed while she gathered her things, "So...how was your date?" She asked and Grover shrugged as he lay on his back,

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

Monsters laughter rang out as they also deliberately run their feet, shaking the ground that is stable a while ago when the monsters comparable to that of a mini giant just used their big feet to walk. Gabriel stopped his footsteps as system 'Eye' voice that turned into emotionless mechanical voice pass through his head and repeated what was the news woman was saying a while ago to the radio and in front of the TV that had suddenly broken down as a terrified scream had once again echoed in Gabriele ears. Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Shakeable Claws [Can shake the under the surf

His raised brow said it all—What the fuck are you doing? Marco just smirked. “Aurora fucked up a little, but it’s fine. I’m handling it.” I kicked up my leg, trying to land a hit. Failed. Viktor’s gaze drifted lower, eyes narrowing as he took in the object in Marco’s grip. His lip curled in disgust. “Tell me that’s not my phone charger.” Marco’s smirk stretched wider. “I improvised. I wish I could show you the stripes, but those are for my eyes only, Viktor.”

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

POV Liora The Ancient One did not sit. She moved around us instead, slow and unhurried, her bare feet making no sound against the stone. Her presence pressed in from all sides, like the air had thickened just for her. Mae sat stiff beside me, hands knotted in her lap. Rowan stayed near the door, shoulders tight, like a man braced for a strike he couldn’t dodge. “Tell me,” the Ancient One said calmly, “why mortals believe becoming a monster will save them.”

The sound waves vibrated with supernatural power, carrying his scent and his agony across the neutral zone. Richie pulled out his phone, his eyes wide as he recorded the performance. Within minutes, the rustling of bushes and the sound of heavy footsteps signaled the arrival of local rogue wolves, low-tier enforcers, and nocturnal predators, all drawn irresistibly by the emotional weight of the music. “Bravo!” an old rogue called out, his eyes glowing in the dark. “Your music really touched my heart. Are you a professional musician from the high courts? What’s your name?”

The grinder suddenly stopped. I looked down sharply. It was the operator from the memory extraction machine. She had ripped out the wiring, forcing it to shut down. Then she snatched the judge's microphone. "I found the chip inside Gabriel! He really is the victim!" The room went silent. And then, everyone burst into laughter. "Are you serious? Dozens of doctors couldn't find anything, and you figured it out just by watching? Do you have X-ray eyes or something?" "You've been here long enough. How are you still this careless? Get back to your post, or you might lose your job!"