Monster Girls Novels & Stories

The purple flesh didn't bleed; it exploded into a fine, gray powder that smelled of burnt sugar and old paper, the creature’s massive body collapsing onto the tracks in two separate, lifeless pieces. The remaining monsters stopped their harvest, their multiple rows of teeth twitching as they felt the sudden, violent termination of their pack mate’s frequency. They turned as a unit, their violet eyes locking onto the bleeding American girl who stood between them and their food. From the top of the entrance stairs, Kaden let out a roar of absolute fury as he saw her surrounded. He abandoned his position, his massive black form hurtling down the length of the platform, but he was too far away.

“Anyway, how is Aien this morning? Much recovered?” “He seems to be,” I searched her face, looking beyond the false smile. “Tarra…” She shook her head. “Don’t worry yourself about my ramblings, Dae. Ah, look, there is Mother!” She turned and strode away. I watched Tarra and our mother immediately fall to talking, pointing at the second monster. I knew that I could walk over and join them if I wished it, however, I was not as good as Tarra at tucking my emotions away, and our conversation had left me shaken. Just what did Tarra think she would need to sacrifice in order to end the monster plague and did she truly intend to fight the monsters in human form?

And that love didn't weaken her. It made her stronger. Maya's eyes opened. They were glowing pure silver, brighter than I'd ever seen. When she spoke, her voice carried a power that made the air itself vibrate. "You call us monsters." She looked directly at Vale, at Holland, at the cameras broadcasting to the world. "But we're the ones fighting to protect the innocent. You're the ones executing children on live television." The silver-blue energy rose from her like a tidal wave. But this time, it wasn't destructive. It was something else entirely.

“This is for you, my daughter! May the flames of justice destroy whoever took you from me!” “Oh, my Goddess, please accept the offering of this corrupted soul and free our land from this death curse. We have already suffered so much...” Monsters! That's what Deborah wanted to scream. That's what they were, monsters who were killing her poor baby who didn't even have a chance to be born. They could have done whatever they wanted to her, but they couldn't hurt that precious child. After all the things they had done while she was growing up and especially that last year, yet Deborah had never been able to truly feel hate.

Raoul noticed it and asked her what was wrong, but she simply ignored him. Mom wouldn't stop crying in my arms. She held my face in her hands and caressed me gently, looking like she'd just made a decision on her own. "Don't worry, Alvin. I'll make sure to get justice for you. I won't let any of the villains get away with this!" "They didn't do anything terrible to you, did they, Mom?" "They did. I nearly died in their hands. Luckily, Cedric arrived just in time with the others and saved me from certain death.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

G Motorcycle Club, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to warn and tell them not to mess with the other women. Before I could whisper anything to Ella, she walked past the ladies of the web and walked herself to the front of the group. "Ah..." Red said as she gazed at Ella. "Ella Williamson." The other woman called out, and I felt my face fall. Is everyone connected to him? "Ella Smith, actually." Ella corrected her. "And Cilvia is right, you are standing in our way." I looked at the two women, Ella standing in front of the ladies of the web, and Red standing in front of the women of The Only Girls Motorcycle club.

"...No, she blocked me." His friend spoke up hesitantly before cautiously asking, "Nate… do you think she’s really mad this time?" Mad? Nathaniel froze for half a second. Then, with a scoff, he sneered, "She’s the one in the wrong. What right does she have to be mad?" There was silence. No one argued. Looking extremely displeased, Nathaniel tossed the phone back and reached for his own. After a moment of thought, Nathaniel pressed the power button on his phone, turning off the screen.

she said, turning her head back to the game. “Beth? Holy shit!” Andi spoke first, darting across the box and grabbing her shoulder. “Oh, my God! You look amazing!” “Oh, Mylanta!” Brittany agreed. “Where are these friends of yours? I could totally use their help.” “I wouldn’t have recognized you,” Lexy said. “For reals. You look like a different person. A hot different person.” “Uh, thanks,” Beth said, shrugging it off like their compliments were no big deal. “Glad y’all could make it, but the game’s just about over.”