Monsterly Yours Novels & Stories

-He's really pissed off- he muttered. Dominic then went to the woman who was crying silently and removed the bag, meeting Natacha. His fangs grew inside his mouth wanting to tear the skin of one of the two and his eyes turned an intense green. The warehouse filled with thick alpha pheromone. Madox smiled seeing his friend out of place. It was good for him to lose control once in a while so he could relax better afterwards.

“The snake monsters are mostly female, so they'll prey on masculine men. But they won’t spare powerful women either. They’ll capture them and make them their maids.” As a monster beast, Foxy knew the inside story. Everyone scowled at this development. “I never knew they were so disgusting. I thought they just wanted to drive trespassers away,” Yule said unhappily, surprised by this development. Many ordinary practitioners would go missing from Deadly Arena, but no one paid attention to it, simply thinking personal grudges were being enacted. Therefore, they were shocked to hear the truth.

Each of them realized that they needed a little quietness at times like these. In just a day, the kingdom had lost countless soldiers, as well as civilians at the hands of monsters – which weren't even monster grande. According to the info provided by Dylan, there is a term "monster grande" which refers to a monster that is bigger, fiercer, and intelligent and is the biggest threat to mankind. The numbers were still few, but no one ever knew when they would be able to double their numbers and enter the Haddad Kingdom.

He let them call me a monster, and I was barely nine years old. They were right, though. I was all those things and more. Embracing the darkness in me, the rage that burned like fire in my veins, was the best decision I ever made. Shaking my head to clear out the dreary memories of my past, I realized everyone were blatantly staring at the girl hiding behind Damien. ‘Oh my Goodness! It’s Alpha Logan. I heard he has a sex dungeon! ‘Oh my, that poor girl is his newest addition to his collection of toys!’

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.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

I drove back inside him, staring down into his eyes as I fucked him deep. “Mine,” I repeated with every thrust. “This cock. This ass. This body. All of it is mine.” He was shaking beneath me, desperate and leaking. I leaned down and bit his neck, sucking a dark mark into his skin where everyone would see it tomorrow. Only when I was satisfied that he was completely wrecked did I finally let him come. I stroked him fast and tight until he cried out, spilling between us in thick ropes. Seconds later I buried myself to the hilt and came deep inside him, claiming him completely.

“Theo likes you.” “Theo likes everybody. That child would probably befriend a serial killer.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I covered my mouth quickly. Vanessa clicked her tongue dramatically. “And who’s feeding us, huh? Because I barely have enough money to feed myself.” “You literally spend your salary on smoke and tequila.” “And whose business is that?” “You’re unbelievable.” “No, you are.” She grumbled. “I swear if this child starts calling me mommy, I’m billing you.”

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