Scooby-doo Monsters Unleashed Monsters Novels & Stories

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

"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.

Like he might— A knock slammed against the door. Hard. “Problem.” Kai’s voice. Sharp. Urgent. The moment shattered instantly. Dante stepped back. Cold again. Controlled. “Come in.” Kai pushed the door open, his expression darker than before. “We’ve got movement,” he said. “What kind of movement?” Dante asked. Kai’s jaw tightened. “Marcus just disappeared.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean disappeared?” Luca appeared behind him, already on his phone. “All his accounts are going dark,” he said quickly. “Contacts, locations—everything’s wiped.”

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

That person was Chase! "These monsters are horrifying." Chase looked down and saw a bloody thread run through both the monsters' chests. One of them was a snake-like monster while the other had eagle-like claws. It looked like a Flood Dragon.

MONSTERS ON ICE Dark MMM Hockey Romance CONTENT WARNING — 18+ Monsters on Ice contains explicit sexual content intended for readers 18+. This novel includes MMM relationships, on-page explicit sex, dubcon elements, power imbalance, possessive themes, violence, sports injury, and emotional intensity. --- Cody Brennan, a 22-year-old rookie, is the league's clean-cut golden boy. Two monsters decide he's theirs. When rival captain Dom Reyes threatens to end his career, Cody finds himself under the protection of the two most dangerous men in hockey: Atlas Kane, 28— Captain. Ice in his veins. Control is everything. Hunter Conner, 26— Enforcer. Rage in his blood. Possession is everything. Wha

“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?”

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.