Tmnt Monster Novels & Stories

The man whose smirk had once felt like a challenge, whose rare moments of softness had confused me into thinking there might be something human underneath all that coldness. But this—this was who he really was. A monster. Each lash echoed in my head, each scream burning into my memory. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I wanted to run to her, but my body wouldn’t move. The crowd was silent, their faces expressionless, watching as if this were nothing more than another lesson in obedience. When it was finally over, Alessia sagged against her chains, her back slick with blood. Nolan turned then, his eyes landing on me.

His mind was full of shock. "What do you mean?" Yvonne asked anxiously. With a sigh, the captain of the second team shook his head and said, "Literally, it means that 72 monsters have merged into one and created a monster like a blood turtle." "In theory, that shouldn't be the case." "Blood Turtle is basically the most abnormal existence, but because it is too abnormal, the probability of it appearing is almost negligible." "I don't know if Samuel is lucky or unlucky. He can actually meet such a monster."

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

Pearl couldn't scream like someone had taken her voice. "How dare you reject me?" Taggart hissed, growling. He looked so terrified. The monster is the same creature that Pearl had in her dream. The monster's face got closer. His golden eyes were so bright that he stared unblinkingly at her. "You are mine." The monster attacked Pearl's neck with a bite. Pearl widened her eyes, then tried to scream as hard as she could. The pain from her torn skin shrank and floated until it was as white as the room.

Marcus taunted. Dante grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall again. Harder. “Touch her again,” Dante said, voice low and deadly, “and I’ll break every bone in your body.” Marcus’s eyes flicked to me. Always me. “That’s the plan,” he said. Rage snapped something inside me. “No!” I shouted. All three of them froze for half a second. Just enough. Marcus twisted sharply, elbowing Dante in the ribs and breaking free. He lunged toward me—

She didn't have much mana left, so she couldn't afford to miss a single strike. The first monster crested the edge. It was a massive, grey-skinned brute, its jaw slavering, its purple eyes wide with psychotic glee. It reached out a massive, clawed hand to grab her ankle. Mwajuma didn't back away. She stepped forward.

Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid. Vomit crawls up my throat as I approach the door. When she opens the door in her t-shirt and jeans, I'm hesitant to go in. Huge brown eyes shake with tears, slickly sticking in the creases. Unaffected by the waste, she walks through the dump. This is her Taj Mahal.

’’ ‘‘This isn’t the time for vampire stuff,’’ Zara spoke. After minutes of doubt, the crew had no choice but to follow Alonso’s advice. Adamie made wooden stakes shaped like the number nine for each person. Led by Alonso, they walked into the forest and faced the monster that was sure to appear. During the battle with the monster, Tammy got killed; while the monster was ripping him apart into its signature six parts, Alonso stabbed it from behind with his stake, and so did the others. While the monster was screaming and struggling to live, the crew ran as fast as they could and finally found themselves on an expressway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

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

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.