Monster Tom Novels & Stories

Trixie said looking at the monster in front of them, the monster laughed. “Trust me you will get use to me; I will give you more pleasure then you have ever known.” “Eewweewwee, no just stop I almost threw up in my mouth. Listen I tried to let you down easy, but you act like you not hearing the words that’s coming outta my mouth. Sir, you ugly as hell, and you look stink. ” Trixie gagged, giving him the stink face. “Trixie, please shut up, you have no idea what that is. We need to get the hell out of here, now.” Dradon said, pulling Trixie away from the monster. “Wait, do you know what this thing is? Why are you freaking out?” Trixie asked looking at Dradon. “Of course, the dragon boy knows

Alexander whispered to himself, realizing this was the very monster Wyatt had warned him about. It was like a fighter jet if catfish could be jets. Splash! Gomorrah made its move, its lengthy body—easily over 12 meters—snaking through the water toward Alexander. Its wide-open mouth, lined with rows of bone-white teeth, sent shivers down the spine. Zip! Alexander unleashed a slash of energy from his sword, but it slid off Gomorrah's slimy body without leaving a mark. Alexander's most powerful strike, one that could split the heavens, was shrugged off as if it were nothing.

“He sent a man and he hurt us.” Troy stumbled to his cot and landed ass first on the flimsy bed. The steel frame groaned and buckled under his weight. “What did the man do?” “He hurt us,” Monster said again. “Who is us?” “Me and Vortigen.” “Who is Vortigen?” “My wolf.” “Troy said your wolf doesn’t have a name.” Monster’s eyes twinkled mischievously and he held a finger to his lips. “He doesn’t know. It’s our secret. Troy hates us.”

And he stopped a few feet away from the black-eyed monster that was still growling low in its throat. Rhett looked at the monster's face, then its arms, and then its torso. That was when he noticed something that made the blood freeze in his veins. On the abomination's left shoulder, there was a mark and it was a tattoo of a mountain peak surrounded by stones…the official tattoo of the Stone Ridge pack.

“Helping by ordering my death. The world really is ending.” Abel crossed his arms. “Do you know of someone called the Crimson Rogue?” For a moment, just a flicker, fear, resentment, and recognition flashed in his eyes. He looked away. Ronan felt the shift. “Toren.” Silence. “You know something,” he said. Toren’s jaw clenched hard enough that the muscles jumped. “She’s not someone you want to cross.” “She?” He glared at them again. “Even wolves are afraid of the Crimson Rogue. She kills without hesitation. She leads through terror.”

I stared at it, my lips set in a thin line. He was none other than Jonathan. Owner of a major game production company in City M. And I'd just saved his son!

“It better be.” Dominic stepped forward, still catching his breath. “It is.” Kristen sat up, clutching her shirt closed, her heart racing for a completely different reason now. Carlo narrowed his eyes. “What is it?” Dominic swallowed hard, voice low and serious. “Marcus has escaped.”

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

"I'll be better, I'll do better. I'll..." He knows there's nothing he can do to make this stop or to reverse time. He knows that, even if I survive, there's a chance that he never may change, no matter how much he tries. He knows that he's a monster and that's that. He has to accept defeat. His first ever defeat and possibly his last. I remember the promise I made him months ago and ironically, those words are now our reality. I bleed out, taking my last few breaths that will take me away from the man who created Hell on Earth for me, and the only man whom I've ever loved, leaving him forever.

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.