Nimona Monster Novels & Stories

“Because once we start this game, it’s over for you. I’ve never lost a game in my entire life. And you? You’re definitely not going to be the first to change that. You’re weak, pathetic—look at you, shaking like a leaf.” I was already scared, my whole body trembling, but now my fear had grown fangs. It was biting into my chest, making it hard to draw in air. What kind of monster was she? And him? This “game” was no game—it was a death trap. “What game?” I asked softly, my voice barely leaving my throat, cracking on the words. “May we start now?” Naomi said eagerly, bouncing on her toes like she was ready to watch me bleed, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"While that King sleeps in his high tower? While the man who framed you drinks champagne? They are calling you a child-killer, Aurelia. They are cheering for your death." I closed my eyes, seeing Kaelen’s cold face as he turned his back on me. I felt the slap from the Luna again. I felt the silver chain hitting my chest. The sadness started to drain away, replaced by a heat so intense it felt like my blood was turning into lava. "They think I'm a monster," I whispered. "So be the monster they fear," the wolf tempted. “Give me your soul. Let me into the cracks they broke in you. I will give you the strength to tear their world apart. I will give you the power to make them crawl."

I had no doubt that one of those neanderthals was already on the phone to Monster and that was just what I wanted. “Angela Monroe.” I held a slender arm across the bar and waited for her to shake my hand. She didn’t. She just stared at me. When she finally spoke, her voice was cold. The tone shocked me. I hadn’t expected someone who looked like her to be so venomous. “I know who you are.” “Well that’s good then, if you know who I am then you know who I am looking for.” I arched an eyebrow. “So, when is Monster going to arrive?”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He bumped heavily into Benjamin who was just starting to get himself again. “Zamora divine god help us, what the hell is wrong with Ser Godfrey this is obviously not a ravage monster, i suspect it could be a legendary monster with such strength.” Mica added, her face down with the outcome of the fight. “Mica, I need you to distract the monster, I have an idea.” “Over here!” She said, her voice echoing through the colosseum, the monster's interest got back to her as she ran avoiding its shooting webs. Mica couldn’t keep up for long as the monster was getting closer each passing second.

Lora looked like she was seeing a ghost. "I remember everything," Mona continued, her voice carrying to every corner. "Every insult. Every humiliation. Every person who stood and watched while you threw me away like garbage. And now?" Her smile widened. "Now I have the power to make you all pay for it." "You're threatening us?" Emily's voice shook. "In front of everyone?" "Threatening you? Why would I need to do that?" Mona gestured to the watching crowd. "I just wanted to give you what you gave me - a public audience for your destruction."

"You may be skillful and all, but you're not as strong as I am, neither are you as fast as I am. I can see through your moves. Before you cock your gun, or dart a weapon at me, your head will be off your body." "That's why I call you a child. You cannot see beyond the bridge of you nose. I know everything about you and your kind. I know how you think, I know your weaknesses, and I know how to bring you motherfuckers down without a sweat... Well, except Iris. She's a different prototype." Monica scoffed, transferring her gaze on me. "She's not a god. Even she can bleed." The metal door swung open, bringing the dungeon to an immediate silence. Gustav clomped in, scowling at one face to the oth

"You are a monster." "Hello, Luna," I said to her in response. "We meet again." "You monster," she repeated and I clenched my fist in anger this time. "How dare you approach my son! Does he know what you are? Does he know you are nothing but a monster? Does he know you feed on innocent humans? Of course, he doesn't. You wouldn't be here anymore if he did. How could you?!" "I don't care about what you think of me but you need to know I'm not taking advantage of any innocent human," I replied to her. "It consented. The human gave her consent before I fed on her. I'm not just some-"

"You're a psychopath. You need to be put down like a mad dog." Monica straightened, and slowly her face cleared. "Your Neratomay is a cocktail of Succubus and Vampire but mostly it's just you—the human you. My Neratomay cocktail includes blood and death. I don't know why, but I suspect the Wolves. I suspect that I am a product of my human's rape and torture. And when you pulled me back to the land of the living, you brought back more than just Monica."

I screamed confidently. "My love doesn't challenge it. He may harm you. "No, the monster can't harm his only son!" "What are you talking about? Have you gone nuts?" Tears rolled down my cheeks. "My own mother is the monster hunting down communities." Looking up, she had disappeared. Elina pushed me away before questioning me. "You are the son of the monster that killed my only son." You are the monster's son? Take your hands off me and leave my sight, evil man!" she screamed.