Monster Girl Comics Novels & Stories

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.

"This isn't the typical power of a werewolf. She should have fainted or even closed her eyes forever." “Did she come here to commit suicide?” “Isn't something special actually good? We're getting high-quality research material,” a wizard remarked, eliciting sly grins from his companions. Lyara’s steps were unsteady, but she kept moving forward. The wounds on her body were open, blood continued to flow, but her eyes were still filled with flames. With a single breath, Lyara charged forward. Five wizards were immediately met by the fury of her claws. Their bodies slammed into the walls and ground with a thud. Short screams echoed, then silence.

Her face was unreadable now — calm, deliberate. Then, slowly, she sat down. For a long moment, she said nothing. The storm had passed outside, but thunder still rolled inside her chest. Finally, her lips parted, a whisper soft but deadly: “If I have to become the monster to end him, then so be it.” Lucien’s heart stopped. You scare me sometimes, Zara. Not because of what you’ve done… but because I don’t know what you’ll do next. He said. Because in that instant, he knew — the war wasn’t over.

I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser. ~ Mother Jones MARCO "You ready for this?" I asked, getting into the car with Aurora. "I am." I turned to look at her, and what I saw wasn't anger or displeasure. Her skin was flushed with wisdom and echoes of the war cry. There was hardly any trace of innocent girlhood left in her features. She was a woman now. A woman born of tempest and fire, of the blood moon and howling wolves. With a soul like Persephone and splendor like Aphrodite, I knew that Aurora was destined for a queendom of dark power and unconquered lands.

Eric said while smirking at Rose. Her dad, Mr. Caden Carter looked at Amy and Rose and said "You two ladies look beautiful, but there will be another beauty with us tonight." Just then she noticed someone in the shadows of the curtain. The color from her face drained out. She became so pale that someone could have mistaken her for a sculpture. The knots in her stomach tightened so much that it hurt. Libelle. What the hell was she doing here? She was wearing a pink dress with flowers on it ,it made her look like a little fairy. Belle came running to her and hugged her so tight that she crèche her dress. But none of that mattered right now.

on their shoulder the second I left to look for her. I won't bore you with the events of the rest of my life, finding myself involved with the wrong people, fighting in clubs at a young age, and growing up to build the web in this city. The only person I had from my past through all of it was Harvey and no one else. I'd promised myself that I would look for her when I had the means to, and when I did start building the web, it esd the first thing I started doing... looking for her, I mean. I got any loser who claimed to be a good hunter, spilled money enough to build this entire city back from the ground into looking for her. All I learned was that she jumped from one family to the next unt

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than 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.

I don't want to kill anyone tonight. Well, Cielo Ricci maybe. I look out the window at the dark water of the Atlantic below. The moonlight is all but gone now with the clouds that rolled in carrying snow, but I get glimpses of black water now and again. This was my mom's favorite drive. She'd have me bring her here every weekend toward the end. I'd bundle her up under so many blankets you could hardly see her and drive, and she'd just watch the views and smile. Smile like the world hadn't dealt her yet another shitty card. Smile like she wasn't dying.

I said, completely confused. “Voidhollows don’t attack continuously like that, unless they are drawn to you. Bloodline, power. You have that, I guess.” He told me. “I didn’t ask to be a monster magnet,” I muttered, rubbing my hands on my hoodie. Auren stepped closer, his presence was oddly comforting. Not like Lucian’s predatory one or Kael’s tensed one. Just calm and steady. “There is nothing bad about it. If you keep attracting them, it may be for a great cause. You just have to learn how to harness that power within you.”