Monster Lust Novels & Stories

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

“No! It was your choice to be a monster! You were too insecure of my mom! She never cared about you. She never competed against you! You’re the only one making things worst!” “YES! SHE NEVER CARED ABOUT ME AND THAT PISSES ME OFF! She never cared about me because she thinks that someone mighty like her shouldn’t be wasting time with someone like me! She turned me into a monster!” “Fine, you are a monster. Blame my mom or anyone but you are still a monster! And I am destined to end a monster like you!” Madison’s sharp claws appeared as she strikes Mallory. She scratches Mallory’s face and it left three huge scratch marks. “The scratch from a werewolf’s claws... the only thing that immortal pow

This was merely a random sword I stole from the Baron's residence. But I didn't expect it to break after only a day. The shadow remained at a safe distance since it was similarly perplexed about the prey it was attacking. I finally got a chance to look at it. It was a colossal tiger-like beast with black and purple stripes instead of orange and white. It looked as though I was looking at a little hill from my current perspective. It was basically a mutant mystic rank monster, which explained why it was larger than ordinary monsters of its kind.

She knew nothing about him but if he is willing to fight alongside her to defeat this monster then she can give him her respect. "Names Aurelius." He introduced, his eyes never leaving the monster. "So what type of enemy are we facing?" "Chimera. Mythical rank, with Divinity C. One of the 10 Great beasts and even though this one's just a Counterfeit, it still holds true to its reputation. Snakehead shoots out poison, goathead can shoot lightning, and the lion body is almost invincible. Its belly is its greatest weakness. A pleasure meeting you, by the way, I'm Ruby." she replied without batting him an eye.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

Mason growled, attacking the monster with full force, holding on to one of the monster's arms with his jaw. The monster fought back, hitting Hendrix hard with its large arms. Hendrix felt his ribs crack as he fell to the ground. "Enough". A small but powerful voice called out. From where he had fallen, he could clearly see an elegant lady dressed in a white overall with her well braided blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

She didn't have much mana left, so she couldn't afford to miss a single strike. The first monster crested the edge. It was a massive, grey-skinned brute, its jaw slavering, its purple eyes wide with psychotic glee. It reached out a massive, clawed hand to grab her ankle. Mwajuma didn't back away. She stepped forward.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

"What’s your boss doing right now?" After a long pause, he finally sent back a message. "…Am I part of your game now too?" A second later, another message followed, but this time with a video attached. In the video, Liam sat at his desk, brows furrowed, his expression looking vaguely irritated. Before I could get a clear look, Liam suddenly lifted his head, as if sensing something—his sharp gaze locking straight onto the camera. The video jerked violently before cutting off. Busted.

My voice betraying the urgency that had overwhelmed me, "Let me go you monster!!" I snarled, my teeth clenched in rage, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as he matched on, adamant to his course, dragging me to the middle of his opulent living room, but I was too focused on escaping from his iron grasp to admire the sight that was before me, suddenly, his voice rang out, "Butler Joe!" He bellowed, his voice reverberating in the spacious living room, bearing the weight of the hatred and anger in his heart, as he stopped right at the center of the room,