Monster Girl Comics Novels & Stories

Every breath felt like liquid silver pouring into my lungs, my muscles locking up as the heat tore through my chest. Get up, my inner wolf snarled, weak and desperate. They’re coming. Dragging myself across the tile, I slammed the heavy iron security door shut, throwing the mechanical deadlock into place. I turned the decontamination valve, letting freezing, high-pressure water drench my clothes, trying to shock my system out of the paralysis. I am Chika Whitmore. I don't break for rogue executioners. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed outside the vault door, accompanied by a low, mocking chuckle.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

I cried. Wait! Was I talking to him or his statue? Did he hear me or I was wasting my time? "I think my mom is already done with the monster by now."I thought before summoning her in my room. "Artie. Anu? H.How did this happen to him? Who did this?"mother breathed the moment she appeared in the room. "His mom did this to him. I wonder how a mother would think of hurting her own child."I said sounding surprised.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

“My life is the stories I tell. And I want this story to be free.” Suddenly, the ground shook. The Paper Monster had crash-landed in the park—now twenty feet tall, a twisting mass of sharp paper and black ink. “The script must be finished!” the monster bellowed. He lunged for the Woman. Maya jumped in the way, and the silver locket flared with purple light. She raised it and a shield of energy blocked the monster’s path. “Go! Write the ending!” Maya yelled back. The Woman dropped to the grass, grabbed her pen, and started writing. Her hand shook, but her eyes were firm.

Hit something solid, not be smothered in endless blackness. “I don’t know what you people are talking about,” said the woman on the floor. She had her youngest cradled in her arms. “I’ve never seen any of you before.” Yes, I hit a woman, but this was different. She was a monster. A mother of monsters. I was nothing like her. I’d even checked she wasn’t pregnant before punching her in the stomach. Was that what a monster would do? I felt drained, ready to collapse. “Well, I’ve met you, and you killed me.”

I demanded, sitting up in bed, my instincts instantly on high alert. “The Monster Alpha,” Vanessa hissed, spinning around to face me, her eyes wide. “During the full moon, Alpha King completely loses his mind. His wolf takes total control, and he becomes an unhinged beast. He doesn’t care who you are. Friend, foe, ally—if you are in his path, you die. But under a Red Moon? The madness is a bloodbath. He will rip apart anything that breathes.” Right on cue, a deafening, thunderous roar tore through the castle walls. It was a primal, savage sound that didn’t belong to anything human, so loud it made the stone floor vibrate beneath my bare feet.

she screamed. "I had no idea, my love. I am as surprised as you are. I never knew I had a monster as a mother. Now the secret has exposed itself. This is the reason she overprotected me. The reason she cagged me and stopped me from leaving the house" "My mother is the monster terrorizing the entire wolf kingdom." How could I not have known? For 27 good years, I have lived with a monster. .

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.