Monster Woman Invincible Novels & Stories

“You are nothing but a monster.” My mates stood beside me. They each said that they loved me and to show them why I am their queen. I smirked. “I am a monster slayer. I am a warrior queen. It is time you bowed to true power!” He charged at me one last time, his claws aiming for my throat. I sidestepped. His claws nearly grazed my cheek. I grabbed his arm, channeling all my energy into him. The light consumed him, spreading through his veins like fire. “Bow or die!” I roared. He let out a piercing scream, his body convulsing as the overwhelming power took hold of him. "No!" he bellowed, his voice cracking as the blinding light consumed him. "This cannot be happening!"

When it saw the baby in my arms, it let out an even more furious hiss. As if the small life's very existence was an insult. It took huge strides, charging toward us. "Protect the Luna and the little queen!" The warriors tried to stop it. But the monster was too strong. Corrupted by the artifact, its body had power beyond any normal werewolf. It swatted two warriors aside and kept coming. It was about to break through the final line of defense. Huxley stood up, shielding me and our child. "If you want to hurt them, you'll have to step over my dead body."

The woman he had provoked, the woman he had beaten, tormented, and intimidated into submission. She was no longer fractured. She was no longer vulnerable. She was vengeance incarnate. And the white fire danced around her like a living thing, nipping at her flesh but never touching. She had been made invulnerable—a goddess born in fire and pain and fury. Vladimir's men were dead. All of them burned. Only the servants of the Silverfang Pack slunk in corners, eyes awestruck with fear. Among the battle-trained warriors—one who had fought together with her father—fell onto his knees. His voice trembling, he barely whispered, "The Moon Goddess has chosen you."

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.

Raoul noticed it and asked her what was wrong, but she simply ignored him. Mom wouldn't stop crying in my arms. She held my face in her hands and caressed me gently, looking like she'd just made a decision on her own. "Don't worry, Alvin. I'll make sure to get justice for you. I won't let any of the villains get away with this!" "They didn't do anything terrible to you, did they, Mom?" "They did. I nearly died in their hands. Luckily, Cedric arrived just in time with the others and saved me from certain death.

"I gave her my word! I told her that she'd be safe, you fucker!" Marco spat blood on the ground. His eyes were blazing with fire. "Spare me the sermon, will you? You wanted a strong, invincible soldier, and I gave you that. I trained her, shaped her, and made her the monster you needed. So do not fucking tell me that you did her any good. You are as much a selfish bastard as I am."

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.

So, He tried to provoke him again. “while you were fighting with me, your woman might be dead by now”, the monster uttered. Adam tried to control his rage. He needed to remained calmed and took control of his anger. The monster provoked Adam once more. “your woman’s body was feasted already by my companions”, the monster said. Adam smiled at the monster. He moved towards him and said, “my woman was born strong”, Adam uttered. “as for you, you will die helpless”, he added.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

She was a blur of black silk and white bone, and every time she touched someone, they went down hard with a broken rib or a shattered jaw, and she didn't seem to have a single ounce of mercy in her body. I watched her kick a man in the chest so hard he flew ten feet back into the wooden fence, and the sound of the wood splintering was almost as loud as the sound of the man’s lungs collapsing. "She’s a monster! She’s a blood-sucking freak!" a woman screamed from the front row, and soon the whole crowd was taking up the chant, throwing rocks and pieces of wood into the ring to try and hit her. The warriors who were still standing were shifting into their wolf forms now, their growls filling th