Monsters Randall Novels & Stories

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

The leaderships are allowed to bring guards and advisors but cannot invite family and friends. "Look." Bonny's sudden whisper catches my attention. She nods to the doors, and we watch as a fit man with stark blonde hair strides in. "Who's that?" "Alpha Dreier." His cunning blue eyes magnetize to us, prompting me to play off my staring as no more than a coincidence. His judgment is made clear by a slight tensing of his brow. He knows who we are. "And Jeremy was right. He does not like us." Bonny links her arm with mine. "Let's go."

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

He was kind enough not to kill me, so I want to return the favor. The Tormentian blinks blearily at me, then he looks over my shoulder and his eyes widen. “It isn’t for you!” Another hybrid lunges into my side, knocking me off the vampire. What was it with Tormentians and sneak attacks?! “That’s not very sporting, Randall,” the Tormentian on the ground grunts at the large gray wolf. Randall snorts and grips my arm in his teeth, giving it a good shake, his teeth tearing into my flesh.

Did Alex Roberts also have suspicions about this person? The more Randall Harrah thought about it, the more excited he seemed to be, he seemed to have found something remarkable. "Duk Duk Duk." The door of the box was knocked on, interrupting Randall Harrah's excitement. Randall Harrah did not answer until the door was knocked on again. The rhythm of the knocking was wrong, not the code set by his minder, so who could it be that came to see him if it was not one of his own? Randall Harrah was full of doubts, but did not move his face, he answered lazily, as usual, "Who is it, come in."

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

In the next second, the double scythe flew over Rain's head. Rain was sure Randall wasn't carrying weapons when he showed up at the bell tower door. The hood of the mantle still covered his face. From under his coat, Randall took out a hand shrouded in mist. From that fog, with great speed, creating a giant double scythe. The scythe that Randal threw hit the monster. One scythe stabbed into the monster's shoulder, and the other hit the flesh of the other wing. The creature turned to Randall with a growl and swayed Erika's hand carrying the chain shackles forward.

I push against him and keep control. Kas grabs Randall by the chin so he will look directly into her eyes, “Randall, there is no chance in the Goddess’s name I would ever ask anyone to give you mercy after what you have done. You are a pathetic excuse for a werewolf.” Whoa. What? I don't know what I thought she was going to say, but it definitely wasn't that.