Monster Hunter Fanfic Novels & Stories

I whispered, "Bunny, that's the guy who burned my hair before. He's dangerous." "He burned your hair?" The ragdoll's voice dropped for the first time. I nodded. "Don't you remember? My hair caught fire, and I fell into the river. You pulled me out." It went quiet. The player squinted at my face and cursed, "Damn. A monster? That car was supposed to be carrying a player. "Killing a monster doesn't drop anything. All that effort setting up this trap for nothing." I knew how this worked. Players could kill each other in dungeons. Whoever died dropped their items.

Something like… mark me. And for a second, I let myself get lost in that thought, wondering what would happen if he does. I don’t think about the negatives, only the positives and how nothing or no one could tear us apart ever again because a Lycan’s mark is final and I guess a part of me did want that. I wanted to be his final girl. His end game. “Mine…” Hunter whispered and he came up to my face just as a low rumble sounded off from his chest.

Charles said disturbing me from my thoughts. "When is our next monster subjugation?" I asked while fixing my tie. "It's not set yet why?" He replied while giving me a confused look. "Just wondering if the monster's hunger will ease after they ate you," I said using my most serious tone. "H-hey don't joke like that! Besides you can't do that" He said confidently after fixing the cup that I used for drinking tea. "How so?" I asked raising a brow at him. "You'll be so lonely without me" He teased and ran straight outside the room.

I said and lean into him and bite his neck so hard sucking his blood. He screamed. People said a wolf bite was stronger but a hybrid bite was more painful and stronger. I let go of him at the last minute when I could feel life leaving him. Spared a glance at Dean and his side piece and walked away. “Where the hell are you? They outsmarted us and they are about to start burning us, including me” Hunter said faintly through the mind link. What the actual hell?

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

Of course, I dreamt about him all night, ugh, which was so annoying smelling his scent on his pillow. Feeling the mattress dip, I cracked open my eyes, hoping to see the smexy man, but was disappointed to see Monica preparing to scare me awake. “Good morning, Bestie,” I mumbled, grinning at her failure. “How do you do that!? Every time I have ever tried to sneak up on you I bomb,” she pouted. “Guess it's because I am a monster hunter,” I replied and whipped the covers off. “Did you and the commander do the horizontal mambo yet?” She asked while rotating her hips.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

That last was more growl than human speech as the guy completed his shift… And became a full-on wolf. The wolf launched at Damon. 'Not coming in alive.' Damon’s fingers tightened around the trigger. He fired. Once. Twice. The bullets stopped the werewolf cold. “Silver, dumb ass,” Damon said with a sad shake of his head as smoke drifted from the wolf’s body. “It’ll stop your kind every time.” The fur slowly melted from the beast’s body. The bones reshaped. In death, the monster became a man again. Well, not completely a man. A werewolf still kept his fangs and claws at death.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”