Monster Tom Novels & Stories

They were warriors from Fire Moon Pack. “WELL?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Miles snapped at me. “It’s Fire Moon,” I rasped, feeling Rome’s dread. “It’s Chloe’s ex-pack. There’s something freaky going on.” How did I explain that monster to him? I didn’t have time to explain. Cindy saw us, running right in our direction. That caused the monster to look our way. “That’s him!” Rodger yelled against the racing wind. “That’s Cameron! It has to be!”

There was no gentleness in the monster’s arrival. Blinded by a catastrophic, pride-fueled fury, Dominic didn’t care that my eyes were glassy or that my limbs were completely unresponsive from the drug. Believing with every fiber of his deeply wounded ego that I was a manipulative, cold-blooded thief who had used his touch, his warmth, and his bed the previous night as a grand distraction to drain his vaults, he reached into the wreckage.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

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

I backed away a step, and the wide grin on his face slipped slightly. “I just didn't want you to think that there was something going on there.” He motioned to Cyber’s snoring form. “There isn’t. I’m Monster by the way. Cyber’s brother.” He didn't hold out his hand for me to shake, he just waited and watched me with his baby blue eyes.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

“We need to cut the pressure plate.” “You try, we all die,” Eve cooed. “Told you, baby I always win.” Noa stepped back, breathing hard. “What do you want?” “Dominik’s code.” “What?” “That little bit of monster still living in your brain. The thing that makes you unstoppable. The part that turns pain into power. I want it.” “I don’t even know how to access that anymore.” “Then I guess he dies,” Eve purred. Noa stared at Alessio, who stared right back.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

It was called a “Stingly.” “This is actually kind of fun,” I finally admitted. “Told you,” Tommy said. “Now come on, I want to show you a Monster Gym. It's where we can take the monsters we catch and have them fight other people's monsters.” “Tommy, I don't have all day,” I said, crossing my arms. “It's really close,” he said. “Trust me. I'll have you back home soon, but I want you to see this. It's probably my favorite part of the game.”