Pacific Monsters Novels & Stories

After several attempts at monster fishing, Zen finally understood the monster’s behavioural patterns enough to decide what strategy to employ. The cap-wearing variant would often spend more time underwater circling his foot. However, if it was a regular Pixie Prank Parasol monster, Zen would often feel a subtle probe at his foot with the tentacles as the monster tried to pull it down from his branch if it could. If Zen moved his foot up, the regular blue mushroom monster would simply surface with a bulb and kind-looking face offering Zen a ride.

English Language. I hate, English because Mrs. Atako was on another level of having no chills, she was rude, bipolar and always picked on me. One time she asked me, if my eyes had healed, Like I have just 25% chance of seeing with vision impairments and she asks me that! "I have missed you all!". Mrs. Atako says as we all stream into the classroom . "I hate that you keep receiving all these messages, Ibim. If I find them, I will throw hands on them".

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

He turned and looked at me a little while still watching the road. “Actually. I am perfectly okay with that. Why don’t you find out where they are going.” He said. I nodded and pulled out my phone. There was already a message from Tara. They were in Seattle too. “Oh well, they are in Seattle to at someplace called Le Pichet,” I said. He nodded.

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

We set up our tent and sat back down on the sand as we stared at the bonfire and the beach in front of us covered in total darkness. “Why did you want to come here?” Harry asks me. “There’s something about this beach that speaks to me.” Harry nods, “I agree with you. There is something unexceptionably magical about Pacific Beach.” I nod back at him. “Did you know that the water of this beach is connected to the Pacific Ocean?” Harry states a did-you-know fact which was surprising to me. “That’s why the waves here are bigger and more monstrous. It’s also a perfect place for professional surfers to surf.”

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

"I've been sleeping with the Alpha for a while now, and I just found out I'm pregnant. But his Luna is knocked up too, and she's months ahead of me. I hate the idea of him having a pup with someone else. I want to carry his firstborn. How can I make him force his mate to get rid of it?" The comments section was flooded with curses and insults calling the poster a home-wrecker. But the original poster had liked one particularly vicious comment. "That's easy. Tell the Alpha that his Luna is too weak and that she is carrying an abomination corrupted by wolfsbane. Tell him it will be a stillborn anyway." I usually just lurked in these threads, but my wolf, Selene, growled within me. My fingers f

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.