Monster Mc Novels & Stories

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

“The world will be a better place once they are all in jail.” Crow stepped up and put his hand on Kizzy’s shoulder. “I can try and find the money you lost, if you like. I do a bit of hacking every once and a while.” Monster looked up at him. “I thought you were sleeping, bird man.” Crow shrugged as he stared at his very large MC brother. “Too pissed to sleep, Monster man.” “Now look,” Monster began. “I had a concussion, ok?” Crow looked surprised. “What?”

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

, Jason heard her say, a one syllable word that left nothing more to question or understand. “Why did you ask?”, Jason asked her, He wanted to inquire, bit tried to be casual about it. “I have heard a lot, Just thought to know”. Grace said looking away, Her bright face had deemed and the most interesting thing was now her meal which she was hardly interested in. “Everyone tries to know, Mr Black is a man of Mystique,” Jason Tittered, “Much could be rumour, but there is always truth lying in between”. Jason said again.

Two things caught her attention as soon as she hit the last step: One, Nick was standing there in front of her with a huge grin on his face, two: a heavy force knocked her to the ground, accompanied by something warm laying on top of her. “Thor!!!” Madchen squealed in excited happiness as her gargantuan Mastiff stood over her, licking her face. “I thought you were dead!” “He’s fine,” she heard NIck say. “The bullet only grazed him. We think his big ass fainted.” he smirked. Mastiffs were supposed to be strong, but in reality, Thor was just a big baby. Nick bent down, shooing Thor off Madchen, then helped her up. Madchen grabbed him in a bear hug, crying in happiness.She could see no signs of

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

Maybe he had come back early! She frowned when she saw the muscled man standing by the boom box, grinning. He was pumped with huge swollen muscles. His head was shaved and he had striking blue eyes and a blondish goatee. He stood at about 5'10" and wore lycra workout pants and a sweat shirt with arms cutout. It said USMC just like Christopher's shirts did. Her attitude perked. Had his troop returned, after-all?

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

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