Little Monsters Book Novels & Stories

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

She walked to it, knelt, and peered inside, running her hand along the sandstone in awe. On the other side of the room stood a hand painted silk screen depicting delicate birds perched on thin vines with a waterfall in the background. She stood and rushed behind it. Shock washed over her. She gasped at the copper bathing tub with brass clawed feet. Even though Lord Maxwell had had many expensive possessions while they were married, he had never owned a tub this size. At the armoire, Mercedes swung open the polished cherry-wood doors. The delicate scent of lavender swirled around her. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. This couldn’t be correct. This wasn’t the prison Kat had described.

She chuckled. "Thanks Manang. I'll go up." I said and started removing my shoes. "Okay. Careful Hijo." She reminded me while I climbed the hanging ladder. I signal okay and continue climbing up. On my last step I reached for the hanging rope and pulled myself up. The door size is 5feet so I have to bend down for me to fit. I switched on the light. My things were still organized. This tree house was so big for me before but now, all I could do was bend and move a little so I won't hit some of my old stuff.

This whole place was starting to look like a maze. “I just have to get out of here soon,” he mumbled to himself. He wasn’t a fan of books, but he was going to do all he could to make sure that he found the truth. Finally, he settled on 4 big books that were laced with images of tree monsters. They were actually a thing, and it was crazy that no one had realised this till now. He pulled the books to the nearby table and dumped them on it. One had a lock, and he skipped that since he didn’t have a key. Focusing instead on the other smaller books.

------ The bus stopped and one by one everyone got down. They gasped as they saw the place. It was dark, and a small mountain is covered with fog. There is a foul smell hitting their nose. Small whispers, moans, and chattering sounds are being heard as if they are being spoken right inside their ears. "Some of you maybe have come here once, while for some this might be the first time. So let me explain about this Monster lair contains small kinds of monsters such as goblins, orcs, trolls, gnomes, kobolds…and some other creatures.

“Quiet and calm environment?! thought Vlad. - Wow definition! I would like his iron nerves. Although, probably, in a past life he did not happen to be in such alterations. Remember only that dream of mine about the siege. After all, he slept somehow for two weeks to the sounds of incessant shelling, with the constant thought that there was nowhere to retreat. And nothing, he looked so cheerful at the end. A small, palm-sized, format book, open towards the end, lay on the table. From the page looked mythical monsters depicted along the entire perimeter of the fields, intricately intertwined with each other, either in a fight, or copulating. The yellowish-brown paper obviously remembered more

Arthur just shrugged. Mila gave him a vexed look and flipped through the pages. She was looking for a cannibal who was scared of light, but there were quite a few monsters mentioned in this book that were cannibals and were afraid of light. So, she started looking at illustrations to see if any bite marks matched the victims, but there was nothing. “Oh, this was a waste,” Mila snapped the book shut. Arthur was still very quiet. “What is wrong with you?” Mila demanded.

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.

But now they were petrifying. I, even as a grown up woman shook to my bones . All of a sudden I bacame the small kid standing all alone in the cold cellar, frozen on the spot, everything so dark that I could barely see, sitting there on the cold floor sobbing because I knew there was no point in screaming my lungs out.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.