Monsters Stories Novels & Stories

Ours is the love that outlived every chain. Ours is the story that ended with two monsters who learned how to be human. And they lived. Not perfectly. Not quietly. But fiercely, fully, forever. The End.

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

This book is a serial book of supernatural mystery stories so If you like to read monster stories or monster hunter stories, with a touch of mystery and romance you are reading the right book. You don't need to read all of them to understand a single story, I do recommend reading them all since characters will have ongoing arcs. But you can skip a story if it's not that exciting to you and don't mind losing some character development. The book has a stable cast of characters and some others will be recurring.

The monsters turned to it and broke down into laughter. “What's one wolf going to do against the both of us?” The monster asked in mockery. But the wolf was not just one wolf, one after the other monstrously huge wolves appeared out of nowhere, out of bushes, down from trees and the undergrowth. My father walked to the monsters, his limp gone and his wounds healed. “You were saying?”

"Then what are you?" "A demon. I am a demon. My parents are demons which makes me a pure demon."he said. His words got me shiver and sweat. "What? You are a demon! "I asked shocked. "Yes." "Oh. I get it now. Maybe that's even why you are behaving so weirdly. "Oh gosh. I can't believe am explaining myself to my wife."he hit his forehead. "Anu please."mother shouted to interrupt Anu. "Let him talk. Don't worry about me mother. Your daughter is a strong lady so nothing will happen to me. In fact am enjoying his crazy stories."I said.

“Come in, slowly.” The gang huddled around me. “What is that, an octopus? A squid? How did you catch it?” I ushered everybody back into the hall. “We didn’t catch it. I . . . hatched it. Grew it,” I shrugged. “It was from the back of a comic book. You know, like Sea Monkeys? Only these were Sea Monsters.” I quickly told the story of hatching what I’d presumed were some kind of shrimp, all the way to my plan to release it in the ocean. I had to admit—it sounded like the ramblings of a crazy person when I said it all out loud.

“Who calls my name so boldly?” “So, you are her then? Yahaira?” Vera asked. “You called me by a name you weren’t sure I’d respond to?” the woman asked her. “The name is coming up a lot, and there’s always monsters involved. They even called your name,” Vera told her. The woman pulled a face. “Monsters.” “Yes, monsters. We don’t know where they come from, but there’s monsters everywhere. They’re fast, and they’re killing other species,” Vera explained.

I lived the stories. The first message is from a thick-voiced telemarketer. They have the nerve to be selling pink flamingos for the yard. I mean, not only is that a waste of money, but I don’t have a yard. The stock was probably left over before the war. I imagine that collectors of the 90s would be interested.