Monster Human Romance Novels & Stories

Damian was the portrait of cold, corporate calm, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back—a gesture that was meant to be grounding but felt like an anchor dragging against a runaway ship. It’s not just the external noise; it’s the internal agony. The wolf is desperate to escape this confinement. It’s pushing against my skin, demanding space, demanding the freedom to run and hunt. The instinct to transform is so overwhelming that my bones feel like they’re trying to stretch, trying to break free of the cage of my human body. The moon is pulling me apart, and the only thing holding the pieces together is the crushing, focused presence of Damian’s Alpha energy. If he moves three feet aw

She smiled and took the hands of the man back into the cover before covering him up to his belly with the spread. Scott was in discomfort having someone's hands roaming all over his body. Plus it was not just anyone's hands, it was that of a woman and the woman was also a human; the creatures he hated the most. Much as he would like to slap the hands away and warn her never to get any closer to him, he reined his emotions in. Even if he didn't hate humans, didn't the woman know that it was wrong for her to keep moving her hands all over a man? Or did she think that the male species' body was made without any emotion? Such that wouldn't allow them to feel anything for such a daring woman?

How can Kris kiss her with passion while seeing his ugly face? “are you not afraid of me?”, he asked. “of course not, you took good care of me, how can I be mad at you?”, Kris responded. Kris touched him again, but by this time she made sure it would make the monster weaken and couldn’t resist her. “am I allowed to touched you?”, whispered Kris. The beast winged spread out as she touched his private part. How can a monster like him felt that kind of sensation from a human being?

Her statement sent a blush forming throughout my body, disbelief clouding my features. I looked nothing like Maria, with her slender body and long legs. Maria had this model-like quality about her, she radiated with confidence. "You think so?" I found myself asking her, both of our eyes locked on a shirtless Damien. Damien was by far one of the most attractive males in our highschool, and I found myself surprised that he was simply a human. The chances of a werewolf having a human mate were extremely rare, but there's still that small chance. "Look at him, he practically can't keep his eyes off of you." Maria purred, shooting me one of her sly smirks.

"Uncle Liam, how about I give you something nice to keep you warm?" His arm tightened around my waist. In the next second, I was lifted effortlessly and placed onto the hood of his car. He pulled away his mask and lowered his head only to pause just as our breaths intertwined. Then, in that deep, measured voice, he asked, "Can I kiss you?" I didn’t hesitate. Hooking my arms around his neck, I tilted my chin up in silent invitation. And almost immediately—regret hit me. Unlike the composed, restrained man he appeared to be, Liam kissed with an intensity that was nothing short of ruthless.

Maryan’s smile returned before she rolled her eyes at me while laughing. “Res is my chosen mate and before you ask, yes werewolves especially rogues can mate with humans and no, he doesn’t know that werewolves exist.” She pursed her long delicate arms onto her hips as the mind blowing information she had just given me started to settle in my brain.

She starts to undress while Dax watches. "You just gonna stand there and watch?" Tamera asked. "Oh yeah!" Dax smiled. And that's exactly what he did. After all her clothes were off, she climbed into the tub. Then watched as Dax stripped. He climbed in behind her and pulled her back against his front. They sat and relaxed like that for a few minutes before Tamera decided to speak. "So, tell me more about how this human werewolf thing works." Tamera said. "It's not so different than human marriages. The main difference is we mate for life, and we don't cheat on our mates." Dax explained.

For someone a bit stronger, there can still be resentment, but for someone who is a hundred thousand times stronger, there will be only fear. Thought that the last strands of doubt in Selina's ash gray eyes also slowly disappeared. She lowered her eyes to Oralie's poorly bandaged wound, smelling the sweet scent that wafted through the air. This sweet scent, which seemed to be able to dispel the fishy smell that the monstrous people brought, gave the vampire standing here a moment of serenity.

She flinched when the woman sat down. "Anna, I am going to tell you a story, is that okay?" Moni asked, shuffling a little bit closer as Anna's eyes continued to search the small cubical. She smiled a gentle smile when the woman nodded. "Once, a brave originals wolf called Damon fell in love with a mixed blood fairy called Clary. The authority didn't want them to be together, but they knew that they couldn't live without each other, so they fought the authority. They fought with everything they had." she said softly, watching as Anna's sobs quietened. "They travelled the world, receiving promises of help from the others like them, promises from the originals members like you," she whispered,

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”