Monster Human Romance Novels & Stories

Damien kissed my cheek before pulling me into his chest. "We love you, human", Damien said to me. It was the first time he called me human in a sense that was not offensive and I beamed at him. At all of them. Everything I went through brought me to this moment, and I would not change a thing! We have saved the world for now, but we know the battle is only really beginning. No matter what we face , I will have my lycans, and they will have their human mate. THE END Agatha (100 years later)

NO ONE POV At the late Harold's residence Ashley looks absolutely furious. The Omega seems heartbroken, and worse, she's in heat. "I'm on heat, but my Alpha isn't here… Why in the hell is he after that human girl?! He's surely been rejected!" she thinks, burying herself on the sofa and spreading her legs. Because Ashley is an Omega, the lowest creature in the wolf world, she has to experience a very difficult heat.

His fingers worked with surprising care as he secured the handkerchief around my arm. “These other wounds…” I drew in a sharp breath as his icy fingers trailed lightly over my skin. “These weren’t made by vampires,” he said quietly. “They were inflicted by humans.” I stayed silent. “What kind of life have you lived, Lady Winter?” My throat tightened. “The humans call us monsters,” he murmured, his voice darkening. “Yet no vampire would treat their own kind this way.” A strange ache settled in my chest as his words lingered in my mind.

Lucien Afolayan lay sprawled across the massive fur-lined bed beside me, his golden eyes half-lidded and glittering with pure predator satisfaction. I glared down at him, my cheeks burning with a fierce, hot flush as my gaze landed on the violent, blood-red teeth marks covering the thick expanse of his throat. The memory of the night’s feral confrontation came rushing back. Lucien had been completely insatiable, matching my anger with a terrifying, heavy possessiveness that refused to break no matter how much my inner wolf snarled and fought for dominance beneath him. In a desperate bid to force the Prime Alpha to yield, I had sunk my fangs deep into his neck, drawing thick, dark blood. But

"Does the bond work with humans as well?" "The healing will work to a certain extent. I believe humans are so fragile to begin with that it only helps slightly. Beastkind and vampires were meant to be together. Humans, beastkind and vampires don't mix." He hadn't answered her question. "Did you know the woman Marcus loved?"

Romaine could vividly feel the man’s gloom and misery amidst the fact that she was an Astral vampire and not an Empath. The lad then beckoned him to come inside as another lightning struck their nearby mango tree, making him absolutely worried. “I am Dorrien Ronan. I am just visiting my uncle here,” the lad then stretched out his hand to the auburn-haired Romaine. She shook it and electricity suddenly spread over her body. It was a spark; she could feel it into her bones. It was an ember that had been lighted amidst the ocean of darkness. It was a signal to a blazing sensual romance that shall happen in the future.

It was really weird given that she had met him only a few days ago. They were poles apart. Damn! They belonged to different species, Vivian was a human being while Sandilo a werewolf but Love doesn’t take these things into considerations, does it?

“You make me feel like I’m just a trophy you won. Not a person you care about. So yeah, I kissed you. I let you touch me. Because for a second, I wanted to feel something other than disappointment.” He shook his head, stepping forward. “That’s not true.” She didn’t back away. “Isn’t it?” He opened his mouth. Closed it. For once, he didn’t know what to say. Kristen continued, voice steady. “You only show me passion when you’re scared of losing me. You never show love when you feel safe. Never softness. Never warmth. It’s always fire with you. Never peace.” Carlo swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to be soft.”

Without saying another word to him, my hands flew to his chest, using every strength I could find, I determined to push him off the wine bar, yet he didn't budge, instead he tried to grab my hand, which I swiftly yanked away. "Don't you dare touch me, you cold-blooded demon!" I glared at him, shouting at the top of my voice. "Do you know what's too dangerous for me?" I asked, gesturing with my hands. "You!" "You're a monster. Why can't you leave me alone?" I demanded. "Why can't you let me be?" His lips curled upwards and a low derisive chuckle escaped his lips. He seemed amused. His eyes spoke of how much pleasure he derived from my distress, they glinted with amusement.

But they also discovered pockets of hope and allies who shared their vision of a united future. Through it all, Emily's bond with Adam grew stronger, transcending mere romance. They became partners in their mission, supporting and complementing each other's strengths. Adam's charisma and strategic thinking balanced Emily's unwavering determination and empathy. Together, they formed an unstoppable force, driving toward their shared goal. As their journey progressed, word of their mission spread, and people from both human and werewolf communities started to rally behind their cause. They formed an alliance, united by the shared belief that a better world was possible. They organized gathering