Mated To The Monster Novels & Stories

I rolled over, and over and over again, painfully dragging my bloody body off the ground and running away. I ran after me, on the top platform, crashing into everything there. The table cloth, the curtains, the food, I threw the at it. Nothing worked at first until I threw a bowl of water. It flew right into its eyes, blinding it. The thing wailed, holding this eyes and screaming. I jumped on the table, on the pillars, propelled myself upwards and drew thrust through its heart And let go. The monster double back and fell down from the platform, crashing into the ground below. I heaved, falling to the ground. I didn’t it. I can’t believe I actually did it. The witch is… she is dead.

He moaned just as I felt a cold wall behind me. He slid his tongue again inside my mouth as I met his with mine. When my tongue was nearly out, he sucked it, making me moan in pleasure. It was like he was taking all the time we lost with just a long passionate kiss, and I was about to lose my breath. He is just a kissing monster.

Again. We moved together, a terrifying synchronicity. It wasn't the product of years of practice, it was the mate bond, raw and instinctual. I attacked high, forcing the monster to shield its head.. Eli attacked low, severing tendons and hampering movement. I pinned his arm, Eli drove the broken, jagged horn into the monster’s chest. The Dreadlord actually stumbled, his knees buckling. For the first time, pure, unadulterated shock crossed his scarred face. “Impossible!” he wheezed.

Chapter 3 : Marked by the monster The thought of Jarrel touching and marking her made her skin crawl as if bugs were crawling all over her. She sat in the dark room, sobbing, wondering why she had waited all her life for her fated mate, only to be bound to the one man she hated. How much more of her pack’s pride would be ruined by this monster? The moon goddess must be playing a cruel joke on her, giving her a beast who kills out of sheer boredom and cares only for himself.

“Don’t you ever—” “What? Do what, Kyra? And if you can’t understand that,” I continued, my tone sharpening now, “then maybe you don’t understand what it means to be mated at all.” Kyra gasped then anger flared. “He’s a monster—” Something in me snapped. She needs to stop calling him that. My gaze locked onto Kyra’s, unyielding, “Then he’s my monster. Mine! And if you ever find yourself standing between me and him…” my chin lifted slightly, “I promise, you’ll learn exactly how far that monster is willing to go for me.”

the old woman asked, a frown on her wrinkled face as she looked at me in confusion. “He doesn’t want to leave the two of you by yourselves,” I tried to feign nonchalance. “He wanted to stay here, so we’ll stay here.” “T-that’s now how it works!” she exclaimed. “You have to go to your world with her if you want to mate effectively with her. That’s what the monster from decades ago said when he was trying to pursue Akiro’s mother!” I shook my head. “That’s probably him manipulating his mate.”

I retort, my gaze locked on hers, waiting as a flicker of fear crosses her eyes. She blinks and swallows hard, and I chuckle. “The mate bond is a leash. We both understand the consequences of rejection, and this is your second chance granted by the moon goddess. If you try to run and I reject you, survival might not be in your cards.” “I’d rather die than be mated to a monster like you!” she retorts, rising to her feet and attempting to leave. But I catch her, pulling her back and tossing her onto the bed with a single tug.

she had said, and when she did the tears I was holding flowed seamlessly as her words held nothing but the truth. I was his. I was his mate. That whole phrase resonated within me, echoing and creating more sounds to the ugly fact. Her hands robbed my arm as she drew nigh in a consoling manner. I was mated to a monster. “Well I don't care,” I was desperate not to break, not here, not now. “This is dangerous Luna—-” “Don't call me that!” I snapped at an approaching Williams. “Freya, think this through, this is——”

She hadn't believed it before, but after today, she thought that Arianna might be right. “I feel sorry for him” Arianna said as they made their way back to Rebecca's room where Melody was now sleeping peacefully “Me too,” Rebecca sighed. Matthew was human and she was a werewolf. He was handsome, but she didn't like him. She has a mate that she was in love with. “Well, can we all go to bed now that Melody is fine?” Samantha asked. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she would fall to the ground and sleep off if care was not taken.

Vanessa paled. The monster she thought she controlled… had turned toward her. And he wasn’t playing anymore. As Lucien walked away from the grave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A message. No name. Just a video attachment. He opened it. His blood iced. Zara. In the woods. Sleeping against a tree. Adrian keeping watch. And the camera filming them… was close. Too close. Lucien’s throat locked. Then the message appeared beneath the video: