Monster Souls Novels & Stories

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned a potent force that instantly vaporized the oncoming monsters. He proceeded forward, emitting an extremely intimidating aura. As he moved, every monster in his path evaporated, reduced to ashes. Away from the Tribulation City, James noticed numerous Spatial Black Holes. Countless monsters were pouring out from these black holes continuously. James knew that within these Spatial Black Holes, there were numerous Mothers whose mission was to produce formidable monsters. James casually conjured mysterious inscriptions that entered these Spatial Black Holes. With thunderous roars, the black holes began to rupture and explode, disappearing into nothingness. Ins

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

"What's going on? Is something really wrong with her health?" Maria glared at him and spat, "What do you think? Do you think she's lying to you? She doesn't have the energy to do that now!" Mom and Dad anxiously flocked over to me. They tried to touch my scars with trembling hands. It seemed like they only now realized how much pain I was in from all these injuries. "Why? We only sent her to improve her medical skills in Mykorra's war zone. Why would she turn out like this?" Mom covered her mouth. She still couldn't understand how this had happened.

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

Even though they could just find a metal for their defence and stab it firmly at the monsters lower part-their reproduction system, so the monsters will die in the next second as their blood will their body accompanied by the soul of thinking they have lost their treasure. Nobody knows how many times this news for help had been repeated but there are no single S levelled heroes and Sotiras who came to fight the monsters that were constantly engaging killing of humans that get in their way. It was destined to have blood shedding the ground as no one, no one ever have, gone to rescue them. Warning! Gory Scenes can be seen everywhere as the monsters who is chasing the fleeing humans from it, ha

“Your mother never told you what your blood is.” The mark on my wrist burned beneath the cloth like it agreed. Kieran’s voice went lower. “That’s why they wanted you in the Moon Cages.” Moon Cages. The words turned my stomach to ice. “What are those?” Dax’s mouth tightened. “A prison. Moon-silver and bone magic. For wolves that don’t obey.” Above us, stone trembled—scraping, dragging. The tracker had found the door. Dax’s hand closed around my wrist, steady. “You opened this gate once,” he said. “You can open deeper.”

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

"Say my name!" Tyler’s voice boomed like thunder through the duplex hallway, echoing down the stairs. His large, powerful palm was wrapped around my neck; it felt as though he might twist it until I died if I tried anything stupid. The bed squeaked loudly, and the sound of his groans filled the entire room. "What’s my fucking name?" "T-Tyler…" My voice broke like radio static. I whimpered like a wounded dog. Beneath his heavy grip, I was pinned, powerless under his control, while he thrust into me vigorously.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."