Little Monsters Novels & Stories

I replied and walked to him. “You okay?” I asked. He nodded and smiled. “Just a scratch.” The others carted off what we needed and then Came back inside. “That's everything,” Dusty said. I nodded and was about to turn to Jasper when I heard the sound. The soft hiss of a mologon. “What?” Sonny asked. The lights in the stall immediately began to flicker and a shadow leaped past one of the aisles. “A monster,” I replied. Mologons were creatures that hunted in packs and where there was one, you could expect a good thirty more.

It was blurry to her memories because she was too young to comprehend and too confused about who to listen to. Her grandma often told her not to roam to the woods alone, especially at night, she taught at a tender age that all monsters were evil spirits walking on earth just to prey on the weak. She learned from grandma about her tribe who told her they were vicious and inclining on them wouldn’t give her a good future. Like she didn’t even know if she had a future in siding with mankind. In a heavy sigh, Georgette idly took a walk to the gully to pick herbs and flowers to brew for her homemade fragrant soap when she passed on two familiar women, engrossed in their chat, laughing.

I know my job and I will do it. “I guess you don’t even care that I’m innocent?” She ambles toward me. Sex is intensely painted on each toenail, bare on the wooden floor. She is the doll occupying space in her tiny wooden dollhouse. We are her stuffed animals awaiting her fake tea and Play-Doh cookies. Delicate Heather hosts one last time.

“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?”

This was not just a home. It was a vault of power. A graveyard of empires. A place where monsters were not born—but made. And as the door shut behind us with a soft, final click, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty: Whatever we were about to ask… This place had heard it before.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

Nathan Longman, our family doctor, had given us sexual advice several times to prevent the series of miscarriages I’d suffered over the years. But Tyler? He only wanted to take it by force. That was his fantasy. To him, I was just a toy for his toxic impulses. Memories began to flash back as my eyelids fluttered back open. It took me half a minute to daze back to reality. The white paint of the room shone too brightly for my eyes. The entire room felt weird and foreign. I sat up and realized I was naked, my clothes scattered across the floor alongside Tyler’s. Then, the memories flooded back: another "rough sex edition" with Tyler.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."