Monster Girl Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ragdoll twitched its ears. Maybe the SSS dungeon had really frightened it. After being away from me that long, it had become much more attached… and far more talkative. The ragdoll asked me how it felt to be a monster. "It was nice in the beginner dungeon," I said. "I didn't earn much, but it was safe." It caught the important part right away. "Are you saving up to buy something?" I nodded. "I wanted to buy my boyfriend something nice to wear into dungeons."

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Mason growled, attacking the monster with full force, holding on to one of the monster's arms with his jaw. The monster fought back, hitting Hendrix hard with its large arms. Hendrix felt his ribs crack as he fell to the ground. "Enough". A small but powerful voice called out. From where he had fallen, he could clearly see an elegant lady dressed in a white overall with her well braided blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

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.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

And she is right now. My dirty little wolf. She likes being choked. “What has Dreaya done to you?” I whisper in her ear, my hands cupping her mound through the fabric of her dress. I didn’t need to go deeper to feel the wetness that was trailing down her thighs. “She’s created a monster.” I add. What I don’t tell her is, I like this monster. My monster agrees with this.

But a chilly hand stopped me. Not looking back, I kept my head low. “W-why say t-that?” Allorah stutter nervously, “I-I’m a stranger… You don’t know me and how can you say you love me if I’m a monster?” Turning around, I look at her. Allorah had tears on her face. Her pale skin glowing. Her grey eyes even looked transparent. “Don’t you dare…” I whispered. “What?” Allorah asked. “Don’t you dare say you’re a monster!” I said as I grip her shoulders, “You are no monster! You’re… you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

"Wait you have come here by following me" "Excuse me, stop using your little rubbish brain why i follow you? "Who knows? if you are not following me then what are you doing here? it's not like you started liking me?" she flirt "My foot" "What?" "Stop dreaming. I will never fall in love with a monster like you" he comment "Aww you call me monster" she punch on his shoulder. She scream "Yes" he winks "I will kill you" "Look monsters only kill the humans"