Monster Love Novel Novels & Stories

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

"Mountain lion or not, we need to get the bounty as soon as possible so we can focus on searching for Hunter. He remains our topmost priority." In the middle of wandering the street, we suddenly heard a loud growl, and the ground beneath our feet shook as something huge and fast charged at us. We quickly took out our weapons and prepared for battle. The monster was unlike anything we had ever seen before. It was much larger than a werewolf and had sharp spikes protruding from its back. The monster charged at Aiden, its large jaws open wide to take a bite out of him. He managed to dodge the attack and lunge back with the sword in his hands, but the monster was quick to counter, swiping at him

As Damonq ran with the girls, two monsters rose up in front of him, almost at his feet: one had his hand outstretched in preparation to tear at the ancient's flesh. At Damonq’s silent command, both girls, hands circling his neck, slid around to his back to cling like two little monkeys and he continued forward, driving his fist deep into the nearest monster’s chest. He kept his forward momentum, even as he jerked his arm free, the withered, blackened heart in his fist. He ran straight at the second monster. The monster’s eyes widened with shock. No more than a second had passed. The heartless monster screamed and clutched his chest where black blood spewed. He dropped to his knees, shrieking

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

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.

Had the monster left? Each second was torture, the lump in Moore’s throat growing heavier. Then, a sudden jerk—the door yanked open with brutal force. The metal cracked like a death bell. Every fiber of Moore's being seized up as he met the brute figure covered in blood at the doorway. A pair of golden eyes glowed down at him—bone-chilling. The sight almost made Moore pass out. For some reason, it traumatized him, forcing his eyes to remain wide open. Ste-phen Draven was the monster.

Then they heard the screams that made them leap, hurrying to the direction of the screams. He thought Vamoire is doing what he had expected, but he was wowed to see the monster. His eyes went searching for Maridelle. When he finally saw her afraid and threatened by the monster, Hodor ended its life in an instant. The monster’s body felt on the ground with a defeaning thud. “What had just happened?” Hodor asked. In sheer delight Vamoire approached him. “Its her blood’s doing. She feed that monsters and that happened.” She pointed the body. “ I cannot imagine what it could do further. I thinkn it is limitless.”

“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?”

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.