Monster Mc Novels & Stories

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

“Good morning, Miss Evans, so what do you have for us?” It was at that moment that I realized that it was the man that I bumped into earlier. Drake. “Hello, Miss?” “Uhm, yeah sorry, I’m going to sing one of Adele’s popular songs if you do not mind.” I quickly responded, staring at Drake’s face to make sure it’s him. “Okay then, go on, let’s have it.” He said to me with a smile. The same smile he gave me while cheering me up. I felt at peace again, that smile literally works like magic. I could never explain this thing I have on him. I mean he’s obviously one of the heads in this record label, if not the head.

Pain exploded across my scalp as I was yanked backward. I screamed. “Wrong direction,” Marcus said coldly. Tears burned my eyes—but I didn’t stop fighting. I kicked back wildly, connecting with his knee. He grunted— Loosened— Just enough. I twisted again, slipping from his grip and stumbling forward— Right into someone. Strong arms caught me. For half a second— Panic surged— Then— “Easy.” Dante. Relief hit so hard it almost dropped me. He steadied me quickly, pushing me behind him in one smooth motion.

The rest we buried. The men follow Malik because he is vicious and brilliant. They follow me because of the fear. We’ve built a new empire out of the scraps of old loyalties. Every name that falls adds to ours. Every surrender spreads the myth further. Crimson Rogue. The woman who makes monsters kneel. Malik stands over them all, tall and bare-chested, tattoos crawling down his arms,one for every life he’s taken. He doesn’t count anymore; there’s no space left.

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

Rarely did the owner look this excited for a fight. "What's his name?" I asked and he grinned back, "Monster." --- Monster. A street fighter's name in which I thought I'd never hear again. This name and the disappearance of the fighter of which the name belonged to was why I started drinking energy drinks. Monster Energy was my way of replacing him. Replacing Arthur.

Cracker’s POV “Can I buy you a drink?” I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as--- I mentally groaned.

First room was the one that he brought me in a while ago, and the second one is this room where I am in. The monster department sent a total of 13 Malemyn which has 3 black stages, 4 red stages and 6 yellow stages Malemyn. I heard from Jevro that the flying monster called Sikriya. It is a monster with bird body but has snake head. It doesn't have unique power but it has venom and can fly with a high speed.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.