Mongrels Stephen Graham Jones Novels & Stories

He saw the potholes on the road, which led to Magnus's Mansion. The potholes weren't caused by rain or any environmental factor, it was made. Traps. He heard the sound of a carriage approaching, normally he wouldn't care about the traps or who falls into them. But now he stayed. The carriage was filled with a familiar scent. His lips twitched and a grin appeared. His prey. Mildred. He then stood in a corner, he felt the presence of odd creatures. The day of signals hadn't even reached and creatures were already pushing their way through. Forsyth snorted at this.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

A monster with a wolf head and limps but with a human body, another one with fangs and skin wings, pale face and body full of blue vines defused all over his body, both are males wile a woman look like a corps with nail like swords attached to her hands, full of renckals and some bones and rotten meat was visible like her skin was bitten off by wild animals, all of those beings was produced from this operation that it didn’t take much time and it look like it didn’t take much effort from the behemoth comparing to those pathetic creatures that was underneath his stony thrown. After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bes

Those who were lucky enough to live through that, were to be bred and then slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was twelve, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~

Mason wasn’t normal. He turned slowly, his eyes searching the dark. Shadows shifted, and from them stepped a figure massive, hunched, its silhouette stretching under the pale light of the moon. Yellow eyes burned with hunger, catching Mason in their gaze. The creature’s claws scraped against the concrete, echoing like knives dragged across stone. It wasn’t just a werewolf. It was something worse, something broken, the kind of hybrid Ashgrove’s labs had twisted and left feral.

she said with a beaming smile. Granny Fray congratulated Katie Clyde with a chuckle, and Katie Clyde led her into her apartment. Marcus appeared beside Pascal, his face contorted with anger. "I can't wait any longer. Ghost is ruining all my plans. He's orchestrating accidental deaths just to gather more vengeful spirits. I feel like I could strangle him with my bare hands." Pascal shot back, "You're not angry because he's killing people. You're jealous because he's taking all your potential demon vessels."

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.