Monstrous Novel Novels & Stories

Malcolm Jameson stood in the doorway of his penthouse suite and looked out onto the Manhattan skyline. He was hungry and irritable. If that oaf, Peter, didn’t arrive with his dinner soon, he’d eat him instead. He’d seen so many changes in his four hundred years of vampirism, but none so great as the way mankind buried knowledge and facts about the supernatural and magic world in mythical tales and lore. Had that not been the case, he questioned if he and his vampire family would still be around. Modern equipment and science had progressed to the point they could easily track them down and kill them. Of course, first, they’d have to believe they existed.

Everybody says, there could be no more prominent monster than envy, no more noteworthy hoodlum than dread, no more prominent adversary than covetousness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than sharpness. There could be no more noteworthy monster than envy, no more prominent criminal than dread, no more prominent foe than eagerness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than harshness, then, at that point I'll refute them. The most fulfilling second is seeing him disintegrate and beg.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

She said nervously, trying to banish that feeling, that she felt as if something wasn't right And before she could do anything, there was something in front of them that Astraea had never seen in her life Something that only exists in books, fairy tales, and ancient Greek myths A monster, something that can never be described, it was a wolf, but it was not like ordinary wolves, it was a huge wolf With red eyes, and protruding fangs, it made the two girls open their eyes in horror “What on earth is this?” Astraea said, as she stepped back, while Estera had nothing to do but scream with great horror

called Yue Hongbo suddenly, "Look at this." Chu Xun took over the thickset tome and saw the opened page depicting a hideous monster resembling a horned-unicorn with sharp fangs and a coat full of fur as hard as needles. Its hind limbs were thick but strong while its forelimbs were short, but clawed. "Horned Nightmarish Beast," Chu Xun read the name of the monster out loud. This race of powerful monsters was known to be bloodthirsty predators with an unquenchable yearning for carnage. But as far as he knew, Horned Nightmarish Beasts had been extinct for millennia.

Abel thought grimly as he slipped deeper into the dark, “to stop chasing this monster.” This was no longer about history. It was time for catching monsters.

“Why do you like this so much? Why do you have to rile me up to the point I must hurt you?” “You are a fucking monster,” I hissed through the sensations. It was as if my body was wildfire. The harder Dominic slammed, the tighter my pussy clammed his length. “Oh, baby, you are trying too hard to convince yourself of my monstrosity that it is a laughable factor now. Or maybe, you like to be fucked this way? You liked to be ravaged by me?” To what extent was I depraved to desire to be fucked by a man whose blood killed mine?

Veyra felt the shift in the air—the storm had grown even more violent, and something far worse than beasts was coming. "Get ready," Zarek growled, his eyes scanning the horizon, and he was right. The monsters they had fought until now were nothing compared to what was coming. A dark shadow fell over the battlefield. At first, it seemed like a trick of the smoke and dust, but then it became clear—a massive creature, its form indistinct but colossal, loomed above them. It was a thing of nightmares, its body a writhing mass of bones, sinew, and storm clouds. Its roar shook the very air, and its glowing eyes burned with a malevolent fury.

I folded my arms. “When I first met the culprit female, she interested me because she had done something impossible. She killed an Arena Master. Then she survived a Gnai Match. Then she dismantled one of the King’s Beasts. Three impossibilities, each more absurd than the last—enough to convince everyone else that she was some kind of monster.” “And you?” he asked quietly. “I became curious.” The faintest smile returned. “Monsters are predictable.” His brows lifted. “Outliers aren’t.”

Which… was pretty accurate because we were. Four huge beasts, no, monsters were thundering behind us, their growls shaking the cursed ground, their claws tearing through vines and tree trunks like paper. We'd tried to fight them, gods knew we tried, but these things weren’t normal. Their hides were like plated stone, deflecting our blades and laughing at our efforts. Worse? This damned place was sucking our magic dry like a thirsty vampire with a kink for pain. Tera's face was pale as death, her magic sputtering like a dying candle. Elias wasn’t even swearing anymore, which was terrifying. That boy never shut up. His lips were blue, and his hands shook as he gripped his dagger like it weighe