Monster Woo Novels & Stories

I wondered…’ Then, when she didn’t—couldn’t—say anything, ‘Unfortunately, the mummy dog wasn’t on the same schedule as Santa. Anyway, the breeder is happy to take him back if this is a less than thrilling surprise,’ Catherine said, clearly assuming that her shocked reaction was horror at this unexpected arrival. ‘Men have these great ideas, bless them, but they don’t have to deal with the puddles. Or the walks. I speak from experience here…’ ‘No. He’s perfect,’ Mira said, kneeling down to rub the pup’s head with her fingertips. ‘Hello, Harry Two.’ Then, when he whined to be picked up,

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

"While that King sleeps in his high tower? While the man who framed you drinks champagne? They are calling you a child-killer, Aurelia. They are cheering for your death." I closed my eyes, seeing Kaelen’s cold face as he turned his back on me. I felt the slap from the Luna again. I felt the silver chain hitting my chest. The sadness started to drain away, replaced by a heat so intense it felt like my blood was turning into lava. "They think I'm a monster," I whispered. "So be the monster they fear," the wolf tempted. “Give me your soul. Let me into the cracks they broke in you. I will give you the strength to tear their world apart. I will give you the power to make them crawl."

But here, the wolves already guessed the witches might attack. "Lord Alcazar, what are they burying?" Enzo inquired. Enzo, Alcazar, and Adolf are sitting on a tree branch while spying on the witches. They couldn't directly interfere because only Sylvia, Steve, and Creed are strong enough to fight the Witches. The others can only use mushroom bombs, which can only stall the witches, but for a while. Mushroom bombs cannot completely stop the witches. The half-breeds are outnumbered, so a direct attack is more dangerous to the Wolves than the witches.

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

He wasn't sure what kind…so he just picked several different kinds. When he got home he picked Maggie up in his big hands and held her up, staring into her kitty face. "Guess what? I made a new friend." She purred and batted her kitty eyes and he gave her ears a brief stroke before letting her down. He flipped on the CD player and slipped in the Dark Side of the Moon CD while he went about his nightly chores.

Not without the moon goddess at his command! “Oi, free up some Lassie, we're not bad wolves you know? Only a little ugly no?” The boulder of a wolf with one sunken eye and the other the size of a beach ball in his frog-like head cooed and I gaped at him like he had gone mad. The monster had to be the one they called Eagle eye. The Pink-eyed monster’s right-hand man. A shiver of trepidation straightened my spine as the memory of the beast’s mangled face reared in my mind until I’d stomped it out.

No mother should have to endure the pain of losing a child. Her death had been brutal. Moon Fang had been quiet throughout the Pack Wars and the politics that came along with it. As followers of the old ways and the family of the Conduit it was their duty to not intervene unless instructed too by the Moon. The faith allowed them to miss the pettiness that the wars had started over. The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.