Nimona Monster Novels & Stories

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

It's like the lock on my powers had been completely opened. My winged monster was shaped like a pegasus but unlike the pegasi, it had two curled multi-colored horns, bright red eyes, and black wings, its mane was like red smoke from a fire, and its body was black with red on its snout. It was intimidating and beautiful. I dubbed it Mivaeria. After its hunger had been curbed, I clambered onto its back. "Take me to N.A," I whispered.

“Does she know what she is?” A flicker of pain passed across Nick’s face. “She does and it has not been easy on her.” The elders exchanged uneasy looks. Sonia broke the silence. “Whether she knows or not, whether she’s prepared or not, Mona Benson is Luna. That’s the truth. And we must stand behind it.”

as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming. They arrived at the neutral forest clearing under moonlight. Elena was tied to a tree, bruised but alive. Sophia Kane and Viktor waited with a small force. The exchange turned into an immediate ambush. Viktor lunged for Monalisa, but Damien shifted partially and tore into the attackers. Blood sprayed across the leaves as limbs were severed and throats ripped open in gory fountains. Monalisa, adrenaline surging, freed Elena and fought alongside Damien. Her wolf erupted — she slashed a Silverfang warrior’s face, tasting blood for t

Naina said to console her but the crying Luna shook her head. " I've known that monster since I was a young girl, Naina, only the goddess knows what that monster has even done to my son. It's Torres and now, I know my stay here has been numbered. Alpha River would never forgive me for this, I'm so unlucky." She sobbed loudly again and Naina could only sigh. Meanwhile, Alice played with her fingers as she watched all that had been happening.

Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it: “Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.” I left that night. Unarmed, yes. But not alone. She waited atop the Red Cliffs. Wind snapping her white cloak. Moonlight catching the blade she wore on her hip. “You’re not who you were,” she said. “No,” I replied. “But neither are you.” Then the earth trembled. And the cliffs cracked, just like us. She dropped the glamour mid-sentence. No beauty. No grace. Just scars and fire where her eyes should be. “This is what your mother did to me,” Lira hissed.

He could not use his sword as a result of having already used it as payment for the petite warlock woman named Nora when she had to save Nikki, who was kidnapped by William Schneider at that time, so he could not have any choice but to rely on his true form to defeat the monster. Really fucking annoying... He continued to attack the monster that had almost attacked his girlfriend if Stephen had not noticed the monster's existence in a shadow and given him a signal to help Nikki first, while his best friend immediately took care of Schneider's men, who were apparently in the area where they were currently. The monster's physical strength was so strong, as well as the resistance of the monster

He quickly pulled out his dagger from his cloak and lunged at the monster. Though he was short, Ronan didn't hesitate as he reached the man. Without thinking, he jumped up, and luckily, his small hands found the monster's neck before he could react. With one swift motion, Ronan plunged the dagger in, and blood began to pour out. The monster immediately let go of the girl, clutching his neck tightly. Ronan knew the pain would last only a minute before the monster healed himself—nothing would truly harm him. He was immortal, after all. This time, Ronan knew the girl was too weak, so he told her to climb onto his back. She quickly obeyed, her face pale with tears.

The creature caught the weapon with ease, its amber fingers crushing the metal as if it were parchment. "Nomo, you always were a terrible shot under pressure," the Somito-clone grunted, the voice carrying that familiar, gravelly weight that made Nomo’s stomach turn. "Why are you fighting for a girl who’s turning into a statue? Look at her, Nomo. She’s sapphire and jade. She’s not the girl who used to sneak you extra rations. She’s a monster in a pretty shell." "She's more human than you'll ever be, you glowing piece of trash!" Nomo spat, reaching for a tactical knife at his belt.