Still Monster Romanized Novels & Stories

‎Because Maxim Romanov is a monster. ‎But I’m worse. ‎And hell is coming for them. ‎One bullet at a time.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Valentina Pain. It’s the only word I know, the only conscious thought. I hear sounds around me, and a voice I recognize. I’m not sure he’s talking to me, though. I’m not sure anyone is talking to me. The woman, maybe? Hers is the voice that soothes, that doesn’t terrify me. “Why isn’t she waking up?” It’s Nicholas. He’s angry. Furious. The woman says something in Spanish. Between basic Spanish at school and time spent with Esmerelda when both Dad and Tonia were away, I can understand a little bit, but not this. It’s too fast.

Lydia’s POV Rina stayed for an extra week at the Alpha’s castle, and it had to be one of the best weeks of my life. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, explored the halls and hidden corners I remembered from Kaela’s orientation, and ate like royalty. For someone fully human, this place was a surreal blend of nightmare and fantasy. She called it “Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula’s mansion”, and she wasn’t far off.

“Did Mr. Moretti agree to the Vittelos’ weapons?” I snorted at the way he acknowledged my father like he was still some mafia leader. “When has Dante ever agreed to any of my demands? He said arrangements. If that doesn’t work, we’d have to work on Plan B.” His face turned apprehensive for a second. “Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.”

“You think you scare me?” Carlo stood slowly, walking over to the window, looking out over the city. “You should be scared. I’m not the same man you knew before” “Yeah?” Marcus sneered. “From boss to babysitter.” “You made a mistake touching her,” Carlo said. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it. And now I’m coming for you.” “Big words,” Marcus replied, but his tone wasn’t as cocky anymore.

Rain looked down at her healthy left hand. Rain was now sweating, but her vision was dark with pain. She dragged herself against the wall for cover. Jace Dauntess, the monster, came towards her with a low bow. The clawed monster's footsteps made no sound on the plank floor. His movements were gripping because they didn't look human.

Jevro said as he walked towards the exit. When I looked back at Alistair, the man was smiling as he slightly waved his hand to say goodbye to me. I just nodded my head in response before I followed Jevro. "According to the report that Alfonso received, the monster that is currently attacking is an Acon. The body of the acon is that of a Lion, the tail is round at the end with thorns, the head is that of an eagle and has wings. " Jevro gives details as I follow him.

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”

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