My Monster Lover Novels & Stories

He titled his head, the monster showed up, "Sorry love, but i gotta hurt you one last time." Before i forget, me loves ya all ❤️

A monster who would kill for me. A monster who would go to war for me.He kissed my forehead, a soft, tender thing that was a silent promise of his return. Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the silent, empty room. My heart was beating so fast, a frantic, painful thing that was a silent testament to the man who was my world. He was a monster, but he was my monster. And I was his.

"Thanks. You look ravishing," "I know right!" She squealed. "I was chatting with Jiro last night and he told me one of his favorite animated movies is Monster High and his favorite characters are Draculaura, Ghoulia, and Clawdeen… the point is that he loves Draculaura and I do too so I felt the urge to wear one of my altered collections." She said with so much pride, her noise raised. Tristan scoffed with disgust and Starliss sighed as she joined us.

“I know enough.” “Do you?” She tilted her head, her dark hair falling against her cheek. “You think you’re surviving him, Serena. That’s what you tell yourself, isn’t it? That you’re waiting for the right moment, the right crack in his walls.” The sound of my heart thudded in my ears. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Emilia’s gaze was too steady, too knowing. “Monsters can love too,” she said, her voice low. “They can hold you, kiss you, worship you with a devotion that feels like salvation. But don’t mistake it for gentleness. A monster’s love will still devour you.”

She knew that there was something else that Grendel wanted to show her, else, she wouldn't be here. Grendel waved her hands over the water, and it was there Lola saw her baby self being checked out by the fanged God who came to visit her. He was going to give her a gift. Lola watched as the fanged God stared at her for a while before he finally said words she didn't expect to hear. “She needs to be killed!” Before the show continued, Lola turned to ask Mrs Grendel. “is that the fanged God Nebulon?” She asked with raised brows, and when it was confirmed by Mrs Grendel though a nod.

She must do it or not they will not came back alive and go back reality! "I'm sorry. Lewis. I didn't know you loved me that much." Nami changed her voice to normal and hugged him tightly even this monster was licking all over her body. "Love me..." The monster muttered. "Yes..." Nami answered. "Really?" He asked and slowly turned back. He's color was changing from green, red to normal. "No. I don't believe in you." The monster said and stopped his transformation. He changed to a chameleon again. "No, I love you." Nami said and kissed him. It was so yuck but she endured it.

The monster looked confused at the change of events. It then jumped at her and appeared on the cabin Verandah, intending to fight her down. Just then, Miriam jumped down from where she stood back down the steps. Immediately, she threw black powder that magically spread throughout the cabin, locking the monster in. "Stay there," Miriam said, running back to where she came from.

I muttered, voice enchoeing through the room. He began shaking his head, eyes filled with fear. He has now realized how this is about to turn out. I stood and pulled my gloves on smirking. “You know what Rueben, you all really thought Lovia was a monster but you all didn't realize every monster has a beast with them and once that monster gets hurt?“ I paused then smiled faintly. “That's when the beast comes out.“ I added and continued. “ You just poked a beast Rueben, and tonight I'll make you know the type of beast you poked.“

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

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