Nameless Monster Novels & Stories

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

Ares said. I didn't understand them and wanted to. "Who are you?" he asked me. I lowered my head sadly, wishing he had asked me another question, for I knew not who I was. "Can I have your name, please?" Ares begged me. I continued to lower my head in shame, not wanting to tell him I had no name, for I was a wolf without a name. "We both share a wondrous feeling and not having your name will somehow kill me," Ares continued to beg me.

"The ground will open up and an elevator will show up, that is how you can access the place." " Who are involved in this mess?", Zoey demanded. " There are lots of people Leo but they are anonymous. They always send their representatives to get it and the ones we are aware of are monsters. They eat the flesh." " They are monsters indeed", Zoey interjected. " How do we do it Leo? Can we get them all arrested?" " Yes, there will be records that involves writing down their names, isn't that correct?"

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

WG-02. This is life. My life. Break a rule, punishment. Lose a fight, punishment. Talk back, punishment. Punishment. Punishment. Punishment. I existed around being punished. My pale skin is littered with the scars of my mistakes, from cuts to burns to lashings and more. They were always creative with my punishment. But I earned each one. I know that. I was bred for this, it’s my only reason to exist. But deep down inside of myself, I feel like there must be more. I feel it, in my soul. If I even have a soul. Do monsters have souls? I hope we do. Anyway, this is my world. Born in a lab and engineered for eradication. I don’t even have a proper name. Whiskey-Gulf Zero-Two. That's what I'm call

A vacant room, stripped of everything. Liam stood silently by the window, his figure stretched long by the afternoon sun. The entire scene radiated a suffocating loneliness, so overwhelming it felt like drowning. However, what unsettled me most was the look on his face. For the first time, I truly understood what Nathaniel meant when he called Liam cold to the point of being inhuman—a heartless machine. In the video, Liam stood there, his expression indifferent as people passed by him. It was as if the entire world had nothing to do with him as if he existed outside of it.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

he admitted, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Jason's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Spill it, dude. Who's the lucky girl?" Damon hesitated for a moment, then decided to share. "Her name's Aqua. She's... different. There's just something about her." "Aqua? Seriously?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?" "It's unique, just like her," Damon replied, his tone defensive but playful. "She's mysterious, you know? And I can't stop thinking about her."

The thing is, Emily cannot explain the hate as Samantha got everything, including the best in life, while Emily was only left to feed on the crumbs left by Samantha. "You daft, NicoLands is only a trade name. And just so we are clear, if they should call you, don’t ever accept," Samantha warned. Emily sighed. At least now she is at ease knowing that Samantha was not going crazy as she had suspected. "But I want to work, not as if I would have to deal with Nick," Emily murmured.

Elara fell into step beside me, gathering the ledger and the intercepted letters into a single careful stack, her movements precise even now, especially now, as though order itself were the only thing standing between her and the same fear that had cracked Alaric’s composure only moments before. “You are quiet,” Elara observed, glancing sideways at me as we crossed the corridor, torchlight flickering unevenly against the old stone walls. “I am trying to decide whether knowing a name makes the thing behind it easier to fight or harder,” I admitted. “A monster with no name is at least simple to hate. A name means a history. A history means reasons. And reasons have a way of complicating the fi