Monster Girl Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rain stung my face, blurring everything, but I kept going, driven by fury and terror. "Mommy!" Jace wailed, his voice cutting through the chaos, his little face soaked with tears and twisted in fear. “Your mommy ain’t rescuing you, brat!” the monster mocked, picking up speed, its unnatural gait devouring the distance. “You’ll never lay eyes on her again!”

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea

"Tell me whose territory you're in." "Yours," she cries out, her voice breaking as her vision fractures. "I'm yours, Damian!" Hearing my real name the name I abandoned to become a monster for her ripping from her lips snaps everything. I let out a low, savage roar, burying myself to the absolute hilt inside her as my own body locks up. My muscles turn to steel, my chest crushing her breasts flat against the bed as I spill myself deep inside her, holding her so fiercely that my heart hammers violently against her ribs.

What a monster. ************

The second I gasped for air I knew the monster had failed. Pain still burned through my neck but it faded fast. My eyes snapped open. The world rushed back with firelight and shadows. Aziel Nightbane stood frozen a few steps away. He stared down at me like I was a nightmare crawling out of the grave. My bones clicked back into place one by one. Skin pulled tight over the break. I sucked in a deep breath and felt the mate bond flare hot between us. It pulsed stronger than before and linked every beat of my heart to his.

“Please, just don’t.” She turned around, closing her eyes hard as she could feel the monster was close to the surface. Something about the night was pushing her wall down. Her monster never was this close to the surface, not when she took two full doses of silver. After a moment, Mira managed to suppress it deeper into her mind. Feeling herself calmed, she turned to face her mate. She didn’t mean to raise her voice to him. The Alpha just couldn’t understand why she would rather live her life without a mate than having his life taken by her monster.

By the time he turned around, her blood had filled the floor and her face had turned white and her lips quivered in pain. She looked at her harm in horror, tears rolled down her cheeks when she looked at Victor, his eyes were red and fur had grown up on his face. “You are a monster! I am mated to a monster!” she screamed, wanting to be away from him. “No, don't run. I am not a monster, I just don't want to share you with them.” He voiced, his voice fragile and scared. There was no doubt that he was scared to lose her, he was scared that she would run away from him.

MALACHI The sound of her cry ripped me from the abyss, a jolt as violent as a tornado's touch. The wildness within me, that relentless beast, clawed at the edges of my control, desperate to maintain its grip. But her cry, a beacon in the storm, empowered me. Consciousness flooded back. I saw my claws, retracting just as they were poised to tear into Kaida's chest. The monster, driven by a singular, savage intent, had sought to claim her heart, leaving no chance of survival. Kaida, overwhelmed by terror, had succumbed to the shock, collapsing. I shifted, just in time to catch her before her head could strike the ground.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

Jumping to his feet, the monster literally flew across the bedroom before diving upon the startled queen. Angie had expected some sort of reaction but maybe not this swift and violent. Before she even knew what was happening, the monster pinned her arms down on the bed and had his face buried between her tits. The next few minutes passed in a wild blur of disjoined action. He slurped outrageously on her tits, his mouth flying from one large mound to the other, as she let out a series of ever increasingly loud moans. Angie never had a man lose control over her tits, such as this tickle monster had, and it absolutely thrilled her. She wanted more; needed more. Without realizing what she was do