Monster Eater Novels & Stories

The ambiance is not that different from Lambs but considering that this is the diner for werewolves, it may seem gloomy and dark. “The steak here is great.” I looked around when he said that, I groaned when I saw what they’re eating. “That is raw meat,” I stated. He then takes a glance at the werewolves eating. “For us, that is rare.” Alarick waved his hand and a male with an apron went to our table. “A rare steak and a cooked one,” he said, emphasizing the word cooked. The cook glanced at me and nodded before he went back to his station.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

He looks better, his color is good, and he doesn't appear to be shaking as much. We both finish eating and without a word begin picking up the broken glass and food from the floor. We work in tandem like we've done it before. I can't help but inhale his scent when he leans close. My wolf lets me know she wants him. She's resting on her haunches ready to pounce. She's never been this irritatingly persistent and I can't help wondering if it's because she knows he's at the top of the food chain. Vampires are the deadliest beings on earth. Dmitri told me a short while ago that a dragon, in his natural form, is deadlier. It's hard to believe after seeing Sarn in such a bad condition for so long.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

That person was Chase! "These monsters are horrifying." Chase looked down and saw a bloody thread run through both the monsters' chests. One of them was a snake-like monster while the other had eagle-like claws. It looked like a Flood Dragon.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

I need as much energy as I can get. I'm hungry as fuck. That's the first thought that came to mind when I woke up. I went to search for something in the fridge. I was not in the mood to cook so I took some protein bars and started munching on them. My headache was getting worse and my body felt like it was on fire. It was getting hard for me to even sit because of how my wolf was pushing forward. My phone rang when I finished eating. It was Ryder. "Ry–"

Alexander's gaze was glued to the water when all of a sudden, a massive head burst through, sending black muddy water flying. It was a catfish with horns. "That's one huge noggin!" said Alexander, sizing up the head as big as two train engines. It could easily gulp down a person whole. "Meet the monster Gomorrah, your doom!" Black Maple Master cackled, leaping to a far-off tree to enjoy the show, anticipating Alexander's demise. He knew firsthand just how freakish that creature was. "Gomorrah?" Alexander whispered to himself, realizing this was the very monster Wyatt had warned him about.