Futa Monster Novels & Stories

The two monsters behind it tripped over their fallen pack-mate, creating a chaotic pile-up of thrashing grey limbs at the mouth of the chokepoint. Mwajuma did not wait for them to recover. She stepped forward, the amber tattoos on her dark skin flaring with intense heat. She channeled her mana into her forearms and shins, pulling the minerals from the surrounding earth to form jagged, dark-grey plates of hardened limestone over her skin. She became a living, breathing weapon of rock and muscle. The first monster managed to pull itself halfway out of the mud, raising a massive, clawed hand to summon a bolt of chaotic purple energy.

The monster growled painfully as he staggered out of the collapsed building and looked in the direction where he stood earlier,it was empty as the Ninja girl was gone. "You shouldn't have come, since you came,show yourself"the monster roared as his eyes scanned the vicinity. "Here I am,"Speed (Mira) said from the top of a tall building where she sat as she drank her coffee calmly. Furiously,the monster whooshed off from far from the area. He sped back in a blink of an eye, since he didn't have a flight ability,he leaped up to the building and sent a powerful punch to the building which made the building shake vigorously and begin to collapse.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I yelled "We didn’t do anything, it’s basically business, you gave us that right and in return, we pay you a certain amount of money. Talking about the money, I just remembered something." He pulled out his phone "Do you want cash or a transfer?" He asked "You are inhuman, brutal, cruel, you are a monster." I spitted "I’m sorry Afraah, I’m really sorry" Rayan said "I hate you. I hate all of you." I cried out

Cane replied. "From who?" I asked. "Someone that goes by 'E'." Cane replied. "We don't have a name or any description about the identity. But this person has been funding Custo for about four years now." "The amount of money used to be very settle, but about a year ago, it grew by ten fold. Custo has been showering with money thanks to this 'E' person " He added. I nodded my head, wondering if this E person was related to the Vipers.

Serena: "You don't need to go anywhere. It's getting dark, and the wilderness is not a place for a helpless werewolf," I noticed how comforting his voice was. He didn't appear threatening or angry, even though he stood as tall as a six-foot guy. "Mom said I'm not welcome," I admitted, knowing I was practically begging to stay here, but it was my only chance to stay alive. The minute Alpha Crane discovered I had escaped, he would deploy his warriors to capture me and punish me for all the 'sins' I had committed, including fleeing from my punishment.

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.”

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

He rubbed the monkey in his arms that was asleep already. “You’re welcome!” The fairies replied. Raul blinked twice. “Wait. So that’s Fred-san…?” Raul asked. Beto frowned. “Fred-san is a monkey?” Kasuga nodded. “Yes. Fred-kun is our friend. He’s a lost Centelan monkey that wandered to our post a few times. Our chef likes to give him food, and he got used to the attention we gave him that he stays. He’s like our mascot by now.”

The moment my mother stepped out of the courtroom, she was taken straight to a hospital. Panic flashed across her face. "What are you doing?" The doctor didn't answer. He calmly injected anesthesia, then pulled out a chip. "Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off."