Ordinary Monsters Book 3 Novels & Stories

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

In the depth of the nightmare, I was meeting the old council leader for the first time, his posture formal and his scent carrying the crisp, respectable note of a high-tier scout; suddenly, his fingers turned to iron claws, clamping down on my forearm with an expression of pure animal fury as he roared, "Ada Lube is a killer! He tore out his own sire's throat! Collins, run from his territory! If you stay in his den, your wolf will be the next carcass he leaves on the mountain!" I surged upright in the furs, a ragged gasp tearing from my throat as the nightmare shattered. The morning sun was just hitting the frost on the glass, and I lunged across the bench to throw the illumination switch. T

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

It's like a painful way life helps me reuse and recycle my sadness, if you know what I mean. Gabrielle struts in sassily in her usual bossy manner and she is quickly joined by those snakes she calls her friends, Mia, Alicia and Tracy. The four of them together are the reason I hate school. Four psychopathic children roaming around a supposedly sane environment and they claim school is safe place. Liars! "Hey looser, can you move to the other side? I don't want people staring at us at the same time. It's disgraceful!" Elle taunts and as usual her dumb friends laugh like she'd just said the world's funniest joke. Crazy dimwits.

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

Luckily, Chris was quick to pull her hand and lead Senna to where was Amilia standing, or trying to. Lake District was in pandemonium. There was fire all around the buildings. Trees are falling because there was a little shake in the ground. The buildings are collapsing. The ground is breaking and the lake beside was void of water. It was as if the end of the world was happening and all this was just inside the Lake District. It was terrible. But most of all, the most frightening things are the Shades. Huge and ugly monsters. Amilia remembers their claws and their mouths. She also remembered her short trip in the darkness. She can’t let that happen again. Once is enough.

He plants his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll come back to you," With one last kiss on my forehead, Don headed out confidently. I know he will return to me, but my fear of him facing Petrov makes my heart uneasy. Petrov is a true monster than Eddie. Eddie is the scientist, and Petrov is the Frankenstein monster. A match made in hell. "Let's go," I say as we both carefully leave the house and see the SUV parked outside with Landon in the driver's seat.

Samantha stood in chains. She was held tight by several vampires who grabbed her arms roughly as they dragged her through the huge chamber. The room had become a slaughterhouse. Everywhere she looked, she saw thousands of vampire corpses, her former coven-members, their blood now pooling all over the floor, chopped into pieces by Kyle and his cursed Sword. That Sword held power beyond what she’d imagined.

At the age of nine, my dad was brutally murdered by alpha Lance. An evil beast, who once used to rule over our land, Lancaster, before it was named Starkville. He treated us like nothing but slaves and puppets because we all feared him so much. We were so horrified by him that our bodies could not stand still whenever he was near us. Our entire body trembles worrying about what he plans to do to us next. Thankfully to the moon goddess we were all luckily saved by Ares. The new Alpha of our land. The brave reddish-brown wolf who had taken down our wicked alpha. He came from another land rule over by his dad, another great alpha, alpha Logan. The day our new alpha, alpha Ares had taken over ou

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”