M Is For Monster Novels & Stories

I mumbled while tapping the headlight of my motorcycle. However, if I use my teleportation and I teleported accidentally to the area where installed Monitor is active, I will be doomed. When the monster started appearing, the government installed a lot of Monitor around the country. I know you guys are confused how monster escaped from the laboratory back in 3245. I have no idea either. We all know that richest people loves experimenting.

Many people feared him and as much as they could, they lived on peaceful terms with him. A few years ago, the definition of a monster in Mia’s book was the man Xavier once was, but now, having seen and heard everything she had, she knew monsters were men like Damien. And she was going to appear before him today and expect the worse. If today was her last, she prayed the moon goddess direct her path to the life beyond. The guard dug his hand into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the key to the dungeon before opening it, and she stepped through the bar.

Cyber's voice was soft. “Far from it, I would say,” Monster chuckled unhelpfully, and we both turned to glare at him, making him chuckle even more. “Why are you here?” I directed my question at Monster. I knew he had been watching me, but he had promised me that he wouldn't interrupt my date unless he absolutely needed to. If he was there, if Cyber was there, then something had happened. “Is Maggie ok?” “Maggie is fine. Cyber just needs to see…” Monster’s eyes darted towards the window, his brows slamming down over his golden eyes.

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.”

Mom's expression immediately turned foul, and she screamed and hurled insults at the poor delivery guy. Fuming, Mom came back in with the cake in her hands. She was so mad that she pounded on the door. "Marianne, what did you get a cake for? You only got second place, so what's there to celebrate? I used to be the winner of the World Dance Championship. You're nowhere near my level!" I remained lying in the puddle of blood. I was extremely weak, but still I explained softly, "That's not it, Mom. It's your birthday."

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

His expression hardened in that silent way that meant mechanisms were starting behind the eyes. “Where did it come from?” he asked. Zara didn’t answer at once. She turned the photograph in her fingers, watching the light play over the woman’s laugh, the fold of the shawl, the blur of the crowd. She had handled power and knives and the worst men in ten countries. This letter had made her small and thin in a way that nothing else had since she was a child. “It’s from M,” she said finally, and the name came like a stone thrown into calm water; ripples extended in all directions. “Who is M?”

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”