Kaotic Monster Novels & Stories

I spot Kaine rushing at it and groan in frustration. "So proud," I mutter when the monster flings him away like a rag doll. I cringe as he hits the ground hard, sighing when he slowly sits up. He looks around, his body swaying a little. I turn my attention back to the monster. My lips curls upward in disgust. It stands dozens of meters tall, its chest glowing red with each rattling breath. It has four legs and at least a dozen eyes that move separately. I jog over to the warriors, about to ask why they are keeping their distance when a tail suddenly slams to the ground in front of us. I leap back with a curse, my eyes flying wide.

"We're out of time. They both glanced up as yet another wave of monsters started to come in, their twisted bodies contorting in the grasp of the storm. And then, as the ground shook under them, a hideous roar burst out of the depths of the earth the unmistakable bellow of Vosvak's arrival.

The prospect of total, invisible supremacy bypassed the last of its animalistic hesitation. The towering monster stepped onto the obsidian dais. It raised its massive, clawed hands, pressing its palms directly against the sides of Malakai’s shriveled, leathery skull. The liquid crimson light in the creature's hollow sockets flared to a blinding, apocalyptic brilliance. The moment the connection was established, the subterranean cavern fell into an absolute, unnatural silence.

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

He shifts his gaze to me, lets it drop to the heavy ruby choker circling my neck. “It’s an albatross,” he mutters. I’m not sure I heard him right, but he continues, gesturing to the choker. “The things we do for money and status. And for what?” He drinks down his whiskey. “I’m sure Mom wasn’t thrilled about lending it to you, considering.”

The area needs to be cleared first. “stay in your position, I repeat, stay in your position”, he announced. One woman from the tribe screamed when she saw a walking creature towards them. It was a seven feet tall amphibious monster. Blue green in color and has eight horns. The body looked like a dragon but its skin was slimy like an earth worm. The monster came from nowhere. Everyone was completely horrified. “move, move”, Adam commanded. The troops prepared their weapons. “fire”, Adam ordered. They fired the creature but to their disappointments, the monster wasn’t even bothered.

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

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.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

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