Isekai Monster Novels & Stories

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

She still couldn't understand how this had happened. Maria scolded sharply, "Is Mykorra's war zone somewhere you should send her? You thought you were sending her there to work on her medical skills, but you have no idea she spent three years there as a human test subject. Her health was completely ruined! "Don't you know about all of this? Or did you never once think of visiting her for the past three years? Is that why you're completely clueless about what she suffered?" Maria's words made them feel ashamed. After all, they had never once bothered to check on my situation in the past three years.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

Dark Kael’s voice changed, surprisingly soft. “Then belong to yourself first. The rest follows.” Elias’s anger cracked, giving way to fear. “He wants to use you. He will turn you into a monster.” Dark Kael’s gaze sharpened like a blade. “If she becomes a monster, it will be because you caged her until she broke.” “I caged her to keep her alive!” “I freed her by existing!” Their sounds clashed like storms.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“I’ll pass.” Cassian sighed beside me. “You’re pushing it.” “I know.” “So what’s the plan?” I looked past them, toward the far wall, where the seal of our lineage was carved deep into stone, still stained from my own initiation. Then I said the truth I hadn’t voiced, even to myself. “She’s not just a distraction.” Kaela blinked. “The vampire?” “She’s something else.” Cassian frowned. “Something dangerous?” I nodded once. “Exactly.”

My jaw tightens, body poised to pull her away from him and to the safety only I can give her as the words echo around my head, rearranging themselves into something sharper. Blood mixed with healing. As if she’s some magic potion and her veins carry answers that no one else deserves to know. He says it keeps the monster at bay. Monster. Like it’s singular and contained, and it won’t spread to the others if you feed it wrong. Like monsters aren’t capable of evolving and learning from the world they reside in. Like they don’t hunger for more once they taste salvation… How do we know that Kai is even still in there, that the monster hasn’t learned from the world around it and evolved to be some

I ignored him, walking into the boutique, not expecting him to follow me, but he did, grabbing me by the arm just as I took two steps in. “Tell me which sugar daddy you hooked up with, little bitch,” “Get your hands off the young miss,” Kai's voice sounded in the next second as he shoved Jackson away. Not just me, but Jackson were surprised at how quickly Kai's demeanor had changed. Was he merely just an assistant? It couldn't be. I could perceive the aura from him. An aura I had not perceived in a long time–assassin!

The rest we buried. The men follow Malik because he is vicious and brilliant. They follow me because of the fear. We’ve built a new empire out of the scraps of old loyalties. Every name that falls adds to ours. Every surrender spreads the myth further. Crimson Rogue. The woman who makes monsters kneel. Malik stands over them all, tall and bare-chested, tattoos crawling down his arms,one for every life he’s taken. He doesn’t count anymore; there’s no space left.

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