Nameless Monster Novels & Stories

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

Happy reading! 🖤 The fear in their hearts widened around, creating no space for bravery, they still had their eyes on each other when the monster shouted again and their thoughts came back to their present surroundings staring up at the huge monster before them. “Now, Answer my Riddle,” the monster said coldly and stamped his feet on the ground, and every where became silent. Alyssa and Darrell had their finger crossed. “Never was, always will, only known to the creator's mind,” the monster replied coming closer to them slowly while they moved backward

His eyes never found hers, not once, not even at the end when the ritual mark burned itself across her collarbone and she went down on one knee in front of everyone who'd ever called her pack. Julian stood at his shoulder and said nothing. Ronan stood three feet back, hands fisted so tight his knuckles split, and said nothing either. They never knew what she carried. Nullborn blood runs so rare the healers who diagnosed her had no frame of reference for it at all, no baseline to measure against, nothing but a young alpha's fear of the unknown and a healer's convenient lie.

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

"You’re writing the lead in your head before the event even happens." "I can't help it, Julian," I said, leaning back in the plush leather chair. I looked at the encrypted drive on the desk. "Victor was a monster, but he was a human monster. He wanted money, power, and his father’s approval. But these 'Architects of the Void'... their code is different. It’s cold. It doesn't have a signature. It doesn't have an ego."

his voice trembled, his scent turning completely putrid with fear. Memories from his cub days flooded his mind—a terrifying, faceless entity that used to haunt his old bedroom in the outer manor, stroking his jaw, striking his flanks, and following his scent whenever he woke during the dark moon. He had been so utterly traumatized back then that he had locked himself in the stone bathing quarters, collapsing in his own sweat. That ghost had been the ultimate nightmare of his youth. Had the executioner returned to finish the job after all these years? “Is it your shadow? Have you come back to claim my blood? Go find another wolf to hunt!” Bryce whimpered into the suffocating silence.

My mind’s a mess, a tangle of memories that don’t make sense, instincts I can’t explain, and a name I taste like a prayer I never meant to say: The alley is narrow, the kind that stinks of piss, spoiled beer, and secrets nobody meant to leave behind. Dark walls, cracked bricks, broken glass. The dull shimmer of blood pooling near a dumpster. The body’s still intact.. Not human but a vampire.. Young and sloppy Whoever did this didn’t care about hiding it. Or maybe they wanted it found. I crouch beside the corpse, eyes narrowing at the bite. It smelt like a dead vampire but there was another sensual scent that I was familiar with. One I yearned for.

Caelum let out a frustrated growl "What do you want?" "Well, here are the files you asked yesterday to be done by Rosette, she finished compiling the da-," "What's her name again?" "Rosette Carter, why?" It couldn't be her ,right? She wouldn't be working in this company. Her family is rich.. it just didn't make sense to Caelum. Cole knocked his knuckles on the desk and asked "hey, you alright?" Caelum composed himself again and said "yeah, just trying to find a new assistant, the last one was pathetic"

It didn’t seem fazed and continued walking towards me. “Veronica,” the monster said again, this time with more pain in its voice. Whoever my mother was to this thing, losing her seemed to have hurt it deeply. It slowly walked toward me. My palms started sweating. I resisted the urge to wipe them on my pants. “I told you earlier, that was my mother,” I said sternly. I had to make sure my point got across. The monster seemed intelligent enough, but I wasn’t getting through to it. I would try as many times as I needed to, though. I needed to know the truth. “My name is Rhea. Will you tell me your name?”

Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent. “Hello monsters today is the big day. If any of you would like to not do this please step forward.” I see many of the younger untrained monsters step forward. “Well since you do not want to take part in this you have to do all the chores and if any of the monsters die today. You will forfeit your lives.” I hear a loud whisper from one of the young ones and I realise that they don’t believe we will be able to successfully complete this mission that I have created. “Thrones!” I call as I recall the name of the monster that just whispered. “For that I am sending you as one of the participants in this