Of Men And Monsters Novels & Stories

The others should go outside and watch the fight between the immortal werewolf and these hybrid monsters. "Are five werewolves sufficient, sir? Do we need to add anything else?" Harem's subordinates respectfully asked the mysterious man. Elmer was terrified and yelled helplessly, "Fuck you! YOu are such a bunch of rabid dogs. You're a bunch of evil bastards." The man waved his hand and said, "No, It's exactly enough. Let's see how she fights on my turf." Inside the room, the monsters were growling at each other as if they were fighting for their prey. Their current appearance suggested that they had been starved for a long time. Azura inhaled deeply, ready to fight.

She heard his footsteps approach the bed and his side of the bed deepen; her body stiffened a little when she felt his hands go around her waists and he pulled her closer to him. She gulped before she stiffly turned around and hugged him back. *** ''It is three million dollars, Mr. Smith. These fire arms are banned and you know it, we can't take such risks with anything below that price.” The man who spoke looked terrifying. He was wearing a tank top and his whole body, was full of tattoos of different types such that there was no spot without ink on his body except the face. Five armed men were standing by his side and they were as horrifying as their master.

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

So, she chose to be worshipped as a goddess among monsters so no one could ever ravage her again. “I have to say this, Sam, it turned me on to watch them have at you,” Lorenzo admitted shamelessly, once the men left after satisfying themselves. He dipped his hand between my legs, cupping the sex. “If I knew this before, I would have let a few more men taste you. What do you think about that?”

The other men watched in horror. “Monsters! They’re monsters!” They scrambled to run, but the man in the furry jacket trapped them in a powerful array. “Who said you can escape? In your dreams!”

I said, my heart panting fast. "We can't stay here. It's more dangerous here." He said, his heart breathing more heavily. "I'm serious," I said. "I'm more serious," he said as monsters appeared here and stabbed three of the five men from behind. They fell to the ground and my eyes bulged at the scene. I forced the door open and rushed out of there as the two other men followed suit, escaping narrowly.

It happened at Nathaniel’s villa. Back then, I still had unrestricted access to any of the properties under his name. Sometime past midnight, someone came home. I didn’t remember much of what kind of drunken mess I had made. The only thing my hazy mind clung to was stopping that person from turning on the lights because I was a disaster, and I didn’t want my humiliation laid bare under the harsh glow. "Alright." There was a pause before the man finally agreed but he was terrible at comforting others—even compliments came out awkward and hesitant.

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

"A man driven by spite is more dangerous than a man driven by greed. I don't care if he wants my money, as long as he stays out of the way. If he plays the part of the loyal spouse, it makes the transition of power easier. If he tries to bite me, I’ll put him down myself." Upstairs, I sat on the edge of a massive silk-covered bed, my phone buzzing incessantly. The underworld news feeds were exploding. The headlines were savage: “Whitmore Heir Snaps: Marries Crippled Alpha After Blackwell Jilting” and “The Blood Moon Wedding Scandal: Revenge or Desperation?” I scrolled through the comments. The pack members were mocking me, calling me a "gold-digging omega" and a "pitiful replacement." They e