Monster Taming Novels & Stories

He was taken, he belonged to our angered mate beside me. Tamara slowly stood, she winced with her eyes squeezing shut temporarily. My beast shook his fur, howling in contentment. He knew he had done this to her, the sweet ache between her legs was his doing. He wiggled his tail in approval. A trail of cum down her exposed thighs and legs had our dick stirring. She took sangfroid steps towards Monica, her eyes ablaze with fire. One hand clutched together the edges of the robe tightly on her chest to prevent it from flowing. The other kept on twitching and I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do.

The tears were flowing out like an unstoppable stream. Axel took over and I shifted into my wolf clawing at the monster's face. It looked up at me confusedly while I growled slowly at it. It roared at me again, trying to push me away. Tate stepped in using his fast reflexes to slow down the monster and the beast grabbed him and threw him against the wall. He groaned painfully before falling down on his knees. I turned to the beast who seemed confused at Tate. Its eyes widened slightly at the sight of his injury and it slowly walked closer towards Tate as if to check what had happened.

Severin was surprised by the sudden appearance of the unexpected spiritual monster and asked, "Isn't that a spiritual monster? Are you from Eastplain or Greatflare?" The silver dragon undoubtedly served as Ulva's spiritual companion, yet there were few in Midland—or even Southsky, for that matter—who were able to train spiritual monsters. Not a lot of sects engaged spiritual pets in battle, as the process of taming any creatures deemed suitable for that purpose would require much care and discipline. A small misstep might cause the pet to turn against its owner. As a result, such a technique was mostly confined to Eastplain.

“Come alone. I’ll be watching.” Dominique exhaled slowly and whispered, “Then I’ll make damn sure you remember what you saw.” She took out her old Domica journal, tore out the page marked with her first monologue, and scribbled something new: If you want to tame the beast, you must become the thing it fears. She folded it into a black envelope and pinned it to the corkboard beside the photo of herself walking alone. Below it, in red ink, she wrote one word: HUNT.

I reached out to touch his fur when suddenly the chocolate-haired woman stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Mandy. If you’d like,” she said sweetly, “you can ride with me, Tonya. Might be more comfortable.” Her eyes glinted. “Why give trouble to our Alpha?” I stopped, hesitating, and taken aback. Shade immediately turned his head toward her and growled. His upper lip curled back, revealing sharp canines. The woman paled, quickly retreating, inclining her neck. “Sorry Alpha.” I turned to Norton for help. He raised an eyebrow at Mandy and then nodded gently at me in encouragement. I climbed onto Shade, gripping his warm fur tightly.

Without hesitation, I planted my boot against his chest, pinning him down as he wheezed beneath me. “I warned you,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You’re on my land. You’ll speak to my bonded with respect. Now blink twice if you understand me.” He glared up at me with bloodthirsty defiance, his fangs protruding even more, daring me to push further. I knew that if I let him, he’d sink those fangs into my leg without hesitation, but that would be the last mistake he ever made. After a long, tense moment, Darian finally blinked twice.

“Good. At least you understand the language now.” He leaned closer, so close that the ash from his cigarette nearly brushed Noa’s collarbone. His eyes didn’t blink, didn’t soften. They devoured. “Monsters don’t love, remember? We devour. And I told you last night ” He crushed the cigarette out on the nightstand without breaking eye contact, hiss sharp, “I’ll consume every piece of you until nothing is left but me.”

Something made-up of metal as well as glass. Something like... Lantern. Leaving the tall man, the beast jumped towards the one who was holding the lantern just a second ago and... It was the first time when the hungry beast tried to satisfy his never-ending craving. His father's experiment on him to make him the most powerful Lycan King turned out wrong and his beast went wild and uncontrollable. <><>

I tried bargaining; well, don't blame me; I was desperate to have my mate. "I don't know how all this works, but do you have to perform any ritual or probably cast a spell to make me yours?" she innocently asked. Honestly, she was kind of cute with the questions. "Lol, please, Amb, we are werewolves, not sorcerers," I said, laughing hard. "Are they real too?" she asked. "Amb! Focus" "Fine" "No ritual is required, but I will have to mark you." "Mark me?"

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.