Monsters Randall Novels & Stories

I wasn’t going to hide anymore, or be lied to and kept in the dark. “What do you mean I’m supposed to be dead? And who is this ‘she’?” He shook his head before he answered; it was as if he was trying to clear his mind of what he was thinking. He was not a tall man— Chase and Alex towered over him. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his build was stocky. If he hadn’t been projecting malice and rage like an antenna, I might have even described him as attractive. “Forgive me, I am Randall Cane, king of the Alaskan Vampire Clan,” he said with a bow. My mouth charged ahead before my brain could catch up.

“Why would I give a shit about a dead rogue?” “Randall, a few days ago you told me Ryan was your responsibility. You recommended him for a job with the Lemays.” I interrupt. “What changed?” “Because before yesterday, he was alive. Now that he’s dead, he’s one less problem for me to worry about,” Randall huffs. “You have the records for all the Silver Moon wolves who went rogue?” Milo pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course.” “Great. Can you provide his mother’s contact information?” Milo unlocks his cell phone to copy the number.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

The letters, threats, everything had stopped coming for a long time now and that meant one thing, they wanted to take me out too. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I waited outside Accounts class till I heard Rhema's voice, I needed to talk to him and I knew he would be more than happy to talk to me. Especially now when things were spinning out of control, things were becoming more and more confusing. What did Lola do to Mina and how does Malik fit into all of this and why would someone leak Mina's nudes and- "Hey", he said. "We need to talk. I have something to tell you", I was whispering.

“You truly don't comprehend why your actions slaughtered my respect for you.” Ronan’s features twisted with offense, his hand launching forward to clamp around my forearm like a steel trap. “What flaw could you possibly find in my rank?” I wrenched my arm back, twisting my wrist to snap his grip, but before our wolves could fully engage, the bunker door flew open. Richie Larson charged into the corridor, his eyes fully gold as his upper lip pulled back to reveal his fangs.

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

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

I slowly muttered, "Dad, if it comes down to it, and you can only save one of us, who do you choose? Me or Harper?" His lips parted, but no sound came out. Just then, Randall's phone buzzed. Looking like a man who had just been thrown a lifeline, he answered it instantly. It was his assistant calling from the zoo. "Mr. Sheffield, a heroic man just stepped up at the scene! He claims to be ex-Special Forces and volunteered to go in. He's already heading down into the exhibit with a tranquilizer rifle!" Randall's eyes instantly lit up. "That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?"

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.