Monster Love Novel Novels & Stories

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

There wasn’t even a chance for a carefully planned "coincidental" encounter. A dull ache formed at my temples when I thought about relying solely on that dream. But before I could come up with a proper solution, trouble found Nathaniel once again. … It was the second time I had ever seen Nathaniel lose control like that. I was kidnapped once. Nathaniel was the one who found me in an abandoned factory, leading the police straight to my location. "Naomi…"

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. Lucian Draven was the monster.

Seraphine's horse stepped forward. She looked directly at me across the distance, through the defenders, like she could see into my soul. She smiled. Then she raised her hand. Behind her army, something moved, something that made the ground tremble with each step. Something massive. A shadow like a mountain stepping forward into the light. The monster. Oh, Moon Goddess. Three stories tall. Part wolf, part human, all twisted corruption. Flesh that looked melted and reformed a thousand times. Muscles visible through tears in the skin, bones jutting at wrong angles, eyes burning red—not glowing, burning like coals.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

“The better prepared we are for battle, the greater the odds of our succeeding.” “You refer to the vampires as monsters when, technically, you are one as well,” Hank mused. “I am one of many things,” Jasper thoughtfully admitted. “Having spent time amongst all three of what I am, I believe that the vampire is the worst of them. Therefore, he qualifies as a monster. If I am also a monster, I pray to keep that part of me subdued until I am able to eradicate vampirism from my body.” Hank sounded impressed as he asked, “You can do that?”

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

So, be nice to him. "Yeah. That sort of thing. Can I move on to the next?" He gave a nod. "In this novel, the monster alluded to here was a snake dragon, and the flower referred to here was a human princess." "So the major characters are the dragon and the princess?" "Yup! Now, hear the story of "The Monster and the Flower."

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***