Muscles And Monsters Novels & Stories

“I don’t know if it applies, but I am gonna try.” Roslyn was going to retort that he could try all he wanted…But then she gasped when she saw his chest. He was broad and well muscled. His right arm was covered with tattoos from shoulder to wrist while his left arm was covered with even more tattoos by his shoulder. The name Monster was written in black ink along his forearm. Roslyn had to wonder how he got the name Monster in the first place, well besides his size. She bit her lip to hide her snicker. Or his disposition… it could be that too.

I said, trying to walk away. “It is a church, but it’s also a Monster Gym. It's part of how this game works. It combines the real world with the digital world. Right now, my team is controlling the Gym,” Tommy explained. He stood in my path so I couldn't leave. “Team Blue is trying to take it over, so I’m sending in one of my monsters to defend against the attack.” “Sounds pretty serious,” I said, sarcastically. I played around on my phone, but there weren't any monsters around currently and I wasn't rated high enough to enter the gym yet.

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.

Monsters laughter rang out as they also deliberately run their feet, shaking the ground that is stable a while ago when the monsters comparable to that of a mini giant just used their big feet to walk. Gabriel stopped his footsteps as system 'Eye' voice that turned into emotionless mechanical voice pass through his head and repeated what was the news woman was saying a while ago to the radio and in front of the TV that had suddenly broken down as a terrified scream had once again echoed in Gabriele ears. Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Shakeable Claws [Can shake the under the surf

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

My muscles felt like lead, and my legs trembled violently, barely able to support the weight of my own body. ​The three monsters lowered their bodies, tensing their powerful hind legs as they prepared for the final, coordinated plunge that would tear my human flesh into unrecognizable, bloody scraps. ​"Apakah ini akhirnya?" I whispered into the encroaching darkness, feeling the icy, familiar grip of death beginning to wrap around the tips of my fingers as the monsters launched themselves straight at my face.

He lunged toward me— Fast. Too fast. But this time— I was ready. I didn’t freeze. I moved. Just like Kai taught me. I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist— Twisted. Hard. Marcus hissed as his balance shifted. For a second— I had him. “I said stay away from me!” I shouted. My voice shook—but my grip didn’t. His eyes darkened. Then— He smiled. “Good girl,” he murmured. The words hit like poison.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

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.

The scent of men who had already used their toys. My thighs pressed together out of instinct, trembling as I thought of what was coming. Of the men they said came here. The Monsters of the North. The beasts who didn’t just fuck—they destroyed. The ones who were said to knot a girl so hard she couldn’t walk for days, who split cunts and left them dripping with seed like trophies. The goddess should’ve struck me dead before letting me end up here. And then, Suddenly— The music stopped. The pounding, screaming, filthy bass went dead all at once, like the world had been yanked out from under me. My breathing was all I could hear, shallow and ragged under the blindfold.