Monster Musume Wattpad Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She could stare into them all day if only she could get him to look at her that long…. “How do you figure she’s wasting her time?” Andi asked, jumping to Beth’s defense. She had long brown hair, a few shades darker than Beth’s, and her bangs were still perfectly fanned into a flower shape, like Lexy’s, which Beth thought was crazy since it had to be over a hundred degrees even after the sun had set. Beth’s hairspray had given out long ago, leaving her hair a mess. While there was a small fan in the back of the booth, they couldn’t move it any closer without it drowning out the game. It was a typical Missouri summer—sweltering and full of mosquitos, and Beth felt like a sweaty blob with her h

Flames leaped from its jaws and flickered in its eyes as the monster unleashed its fiery spells upon anything that crossed its path. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha. I'm being tortured by my stepbrother Leo because his mate told him she didn't like how I looked at her. “Here,” he said, tossing a small pouch of water in front of me. It landed with a dull thud, tantalizingly close yet so far from my grasp. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my muscles, I dragged myself forward on trembling arms, every inch a battle against my broken body. But before I could reach it, Benson grabbed the pouch and laughed cruelly.

Force. I got under the moonlight and tried to force whatever was hidden within me to come out, but once again, my efforts were futile. The situation was frustrating. Was I going to like my second life with so much misfortune? Not only was I a lowly blood slave, but a wolfless omega! I was going to rant to the moon goddess when a twig snapped behind me. Afraid that the wolves caught me, I dashed further into the forest, occasionally glancing back. For a moment, it seemed like I was able to shake them up, but just when I stopped to catch my breath, I misstepped, and something clawed my feet.

“Your mother was Selene Morwen. A witch. One of the most powerful of her kind. She fell in love with Lord Benedict Hastings. You know that name, don’t you? Your father.” The air froze around me. My heartbeat roared in my ears. Calista’s smile widened when she saw the flicker of confusion cross my face. “Oh, you didn’t know. Of course not. He never told you. He couldn’t risk it.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” She stepped closer until the torchlight caught her eyes. “Selene Morwen was a witch of the old bloodline. The witch council and the wolf elders both forbade their union. They called her a corrupter, said she’d tainted wolf blood with her spells. But she didn’t care. She loved him enough to ris

They gulped at the mention of Kitsune and quickly stepped aside. “If someone asks, you can say I hurt you.” I offered a small smile as I threw open Mayu’s door. I looked around the space and narrowed my eyes at what I saw. Mayu was huddled at the top of her bed, clutching her pillow in tears. I could see a bruise on her face, and my bloodlust flared. “Who.” I demanded.

I exhaled, running a hand down my face. "Alright, what kind of story do you want to hear?" "How you and Mama met!" Skyla piped in. I'm sure they’ve heard this shit a thousand times, and because I had to fucking censor it, I don’t even remember what the fuck Kiara or I have told them before… "Right… So, I was chasing this monster, and it led me towards the Blood Moon pack territory, then I saw your mother who was this amazing white wolf with burning purple eyes. So, I killed the fucker and saved Kiara from being killed."

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr