Monsters Unchained Novels & Stories

He commanded and I nodded in assurance. Alpha Mobali and the supremes all shifted halfway as they fought off the monster, throwing punches at him. Changing back to human form, Prince Aidan, Beta Dwayne and Delta Kenan all brought out silver chains, swiftly locking it onto the monster's arms and legs then pulling it so hard that the monster growled loudly. Alpha Mobali unsheathed his sword, scraping it onto the floor before lashing the Monster right onto the chest. The Monster began to change back and who I saw broke my heart to pieces.

And they were the unlucky ones. They had been chased into the inner region, where one of their party members lost his life to a Desolate Monkey – a powerful Mythic Class Magical Beast with a myriad of abilities. It was a huge beast with the build of a monkey and a snake as its tail. The most disheartening thing about his death was the way he died. He died because two Desolate Monkeys were having a brawl. It just so happened that a tree that had been uprooted due to their battle was flung at their friend, and none of them saw it coming. He died instantly.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

A growing acceptance that this connection between us was here to stay. I walked beside him with my head high. The chains were gone. My power stirred stronger than ever. This bond had changed us both. The monster and his prey were becoming something far more dangerous together. And the world outside these walls would soon learn what that meant.

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

The fear in the room was so thick that the atmosphere changed completely. The three abominations didn't stop, they moved with a speed that was not human or wolf. Their black and purple eyes were fixed on the crowd, and their sharp metal claws were ready to tear through flesh and bone. But just as the first monster reached the edge of the stage, something stopped them. CLANG! Before the abominations could get to the crowd of people, the heavy silver chains around their necks reached their full length. The guards behind the cages had anchored the chains to the heavy iron cage. So the monsters were instantly jerked back violently.

He screamed, stumbling back. “What the hell?!” one of the others shouted, running at me. I ducked low, sweeping my leg beneath his knees. He crashed to the ground with a thud, groaning. The third man came at me with a beer bottle, swinging wild as though he'd lost his mind. My lips curled up into something sinister. I stepped aside, grabbed his wrist mid-swing, and used his momentum to slam his face into the nearby brick wall. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, glass shattering on the pavement beside his unconscious body.

My mind raced as I heard screams. Because beneath all the chaos, I heard something else — a gut-wrenching scream. The kind that didn’t belong to any mage, sage, or even human. Not a student. Not a teacher. Something distant, something familiar, echoing through the crack in the sky itself. And then… the burn mark on my chest began to pulse, an itchy sensation spread slowly across my chest, the mark glowed a bright red, before it surged, golden and bright, a scorching heat that ignited beneath my skin. My breath caught. Pain sliced through my chest, a searing, piercing agony that left me gasping for breath. I stumbled, clutching at the fabric over my heart, but the mark’s glow intensified,

Robby walked to the living room to hang with the guys. Red broke the silence, "Ok. What is going on? The dread in the air, is worse than ever. I'm a wiccan, I have gifts but not like you do, but something is not right." Peggy spoke before I could open my mouth, "It's not just you! She feels it too. And her gifts are saying she needs to figure out why and fast. She is trying to figure out if she needs to break the chains, she put on her self-years ago. But doing that could break her grandma's chains, that she put on her when she was born. And she doesn't know why her grandma did this in the first place." When Peggy finished, she was out of breath because she just brought Red up to speed in a

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea