My Little Monster Novels & Stories

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

I never believed in monsters until the night my seven-year-old daughter, Lily, refused to sleep. “Daddy, there’s a monster in the basement,” she whispered, clutching her stuffed rabbit so tightly its ears bent. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the nightlight like twin moons. “It talks like you. It knows my name.” I smiled the way parents do—half amusement, half exhaustion. “Sweetheart, there are no monsters. Just old boxes and maybe some spiders. Go back to sleep.”

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

I clutched at it faintly, muttering cuss words beneath my breath, as I tried to do the concentration spell that would help me through the day. But everything just went wrongly. Instead of the concentration spell, I had summoned mystics – small creatures with wings that didn’t necessarily look like anything. It took a while before I could finally get rid of all the annoying creatures. Then I had made the couch grow wings, and accidentally activated the magic spell, and it had been flying round the room for minutes non – stop, chasing me round the corner. I just gave up on everything and went to class, with the couch still flying around of course.

“Hey, I think I saw something on the monitor.” “Tell me it was a fish of some kind.” “I don’t know. I just caught a glimpse of it in the corner of the monitor. Keep fishing and see if you can catch it.” “I don’t think so! If I catch it, and it is some weird creature down there, it is going to come out of that water and bite my head off. You get your pole and catch it,” Little Bob told him adamantly. Mike assured him, “There is no monster down there.”

They just make the future possible. Dani hooks her arm around mine and kisses my cheek. "Let's go home, babe." If I am a monster, then I am hers. And I have never belonged to anything else completely. … T H E E N D ❤️❤️

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”