Monster Piggy Novels & Stories

I bestowed a wide smile on the three. “So, according to that, Princess Dralia. I can still walk even with only two feet. I still look like a human being, but with half the body of a horse. And then if I just want to be a horse, I still can, but I will not do it anymore, because the clothes might tear.” Our laughs occupied the whole vicinity where we walk. When we heard some crackles behind us. When we turned around, we saw a huge wild pig. We weren’t ready, so, we didn’t know who would catch the animal. But sooner, we arrested it as well. Finally, we never thought there would be grace again for us.

I growled viscously as I pushed harder with everything in me, my movements stiffened at the words of my consigliere. "B-Boss...I...I can't and she...she wouldn't listen to me...if...cough* fuck...if I leave here... she's gonna die and I...I probably won't survive it either...I'm..I'm sorry. cough*." The pig Uttered through his vigorous harsh coughs, successfully piercing my fucking guts with rusty daggers. Why the fuck did he bring her in here if he was gonna come and die?!

The pig who owned the brick house appeared to be adding his finishing touches to a small chimney, something the other houses lacked. “Thank you for noticing!” the pig building the middle house out of bricks wiped some sweat from his brow. “You must be travellers from afar. I’m Porky, the youngest of the three builder brothers!” “I’m Hocky, the middle brother,” waved a pig wearing a straw hat. “We’re just going to start cooking dinner. Would you like to join us?” Huffing, the most well-dressed pig in woollen overalls, glared at them. He should be the oldest pig who clearly disapproved of visitors.

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

Tiny Slim laughed and cheered at the thought of his first friend yet. "Friends? Okay. I'm a very friendly person." Maru replied but did not answer the questions he got from Tiny Slim. He proceeded to walk inside the majestic hall and saw people along the way. "Hey! Wait up, Maru!" Tiny Slim moved nimbly that was astonishing given his size and form. "Look who's with Little Porky? Isn't he funny with all that shiny clothes he wore? HAHAHA! He looks like a firecracker about to explode!" an outer disciple commented on the uncommon duo, one small boy and a giant fat boy.

Cassius whispered, getting on his feet and tiptoeing towards the door. “Cassius…” Winnie said quietly. Cassius said nothing and gestured for her to stay quiet. She closed her mouth and swallowed whatever she was about to speak. Cassius slowly opened the door and looked out but no one was there. He frowned and stepped back, closing the door and sighing deeply. “Who was it?” Winnie asked. “I guess someone must have pranked us.” “It might be the neighbor's children. They usually do that.” Winnie sighed nervously. “Now come here. We’ve already skipped most of the part in the movie.”

" The little girl arrogantly raised her round face, her red nose, and her four big teeth were exposed, which was quite funny. Morgan frowned, "Fairy? Magic?" "Yes!" Puffy bared her big teeth and nodded vigorously, "I know magic power, I'm very powerful!" "What kind of magic power is that...?" Morgan folded his hands on his chest, looking very curious. "Huh?" Do you want to know? Shall I show you one? said little Puffy. "Little monster, are you going to perform for me now? Right here in this room?" Morgan asked. The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't I have a name? Call me Little Puffy!"

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Boston’s voice sounded strangled. “Surprise!” Pam clapped her hands together and raced behind the bar to another box that had been there when we arrived. “I already ordered it, complete with a black polo to match all of us of course, and the cutest snout you’ve ever seen.” Boston looked at me, terror stamped across his features. I scrunched up my face and shrugged, hoping for the best. A little piggy might be kind of cute. Pam came back around the bar, holding up a fluffy pink pig costume with the scariest head I’d ever seen. It was the stuff of horror flicks. The curly little tail on the backside was cute though.

My paws ache, my body trembling from exhaustion. All of a sudden, my limbs come to a grinding halt when I see a figure in my path. A tall, elderly man stands at the mouth of an alley, his coat billowing in the wind. A jagged scar runs across his jaw, pale against his tanned skin. I lower myself, growling. He only smiles. "Easy, little one. I won't hurt you." His voice is deep and almost gentle. But something about it makes my hackles rise. "Come to me," he says softly, his eyes glinting a bright silver. "You've grown so beautifully... my baby girl."