Monster Relationships

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting - he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth.

She sold out her rebellion—and got claimed by the monsters who were never supposed to want her. Sera I betrayed everything I once believed in to buy my freedom. I thought delivering secrets to the shadow-lord of Obsidian Reach would make me powerful. Instead, I got marked—body and soul—by two monstrous minotaurs. Varek is brutal, dominant, and made of fire and fury. Miloch is cursed, quiet, and sees deeper than anyone ever has. They don’t just want control. They want me. And the more I resist, the tighter they pull. I thought I was a spy playing a game. Now I’m the prize—and I ...

Two dominant minotaur rodeo stars. One lucky little human. And zero rules in the bedroom—or the arena. Tamsin I was broke, juggling vet tech school and surviving on ramen, when I landed a temp gig at the Silverhorn Rodeo Circuit. It was supposed to be easy money, nothing more—until Boone and Trace walked into my life. These minotaur rodeo legends, dominant and devastatingly attractive, offered me luxury, protection, and pleasure I couldn't resist. I promised myself I'd never become a sugarbaby, but now I'm craving the possessive way they cherish and ruin me. Boone The moment we saw ...

She was sold into captivity on a prison planet. He was the monster waiting in the dark—and her only protection from everything worse. Nia trusted the wrong people and paid the price—betrayed, drugged, and dropped into Vakaris, a brutal prison planet where “protective custody” means being handed over to something inhuman. Caged with a towering hybrid warden named Thane, she expects violence. What she doesn’t expect is the hunger in his eyes… or the way her body answers it. Every touch from him is a challenge, a warning, and a temptation. She tells herself she’ll escape, even as...

He is not a man. She is not prepared. And what begins as survival becomes something much darker. In the forgotten places of the world—deep within cursed labyrinths, ancient ruins, or alien prisons—monsters wait. They are not myths. Not legends. They are real, powerful, and bound by instincts older than time. When women fall into their domains, it is not rescue they find. It is possession. Control. Obsession. Each story follows a captive heroine and the beast who claims her—violent, primal creatures who protect what is theirs and destroy anything that threatens it. Survival is not ...

She was hunted, exiled, and broken—until the forest marked her for two monsters who refuse to let her go. Wren I ran to survive, not to be claimed. But the Hollow had other plans. Now I’m branded with a mark I don’t understand and trapped between two minotaurs—Garron, the scarred war-leader with a voice like thunder, and Rhevik, the wild-eyed predator who circles me like prey. They say I belong to the Hollow. They say I belong to them. But I’ve never bowed before anyone—and I’m not starting now. Even if their touch ruins me. Even if part of me craves the chaos. Garron She’s ...

My rig broke down in the middle of nowhere. Now they say I’m the one getting serviced. Tessa Wren is used to solitude. Long nights. Long miles. A life built around the road and her rig, Betsy. But when a breakdown strands her in the middle of nowhere and a tow leads her to a garage called Minotaur Mechanics, she finds herself at the mercy of three strangers who aren’t quite men. Jett is the leader. Bryce is the shadow. Soren is the mouth with a wicked grin. They offer repairs. Shelter. Terms. But Tessa doesn’t have the money they want. So they name a different price. And it isn’t ...

Alina I should be dead. The orcs came to wipe my village off the map, to burn, to slaughter, to leave no one breathing. I fought. I lost. And now I’m chained in the heart of their war camp, my fate hanging in the hands of their brutal, scarred war chief. Korgul doesn’t just want to keep me. He wants to claim me. He thinks I’ll kneel. He thinks he can break me. But I’ve fought monsters before, and I’ll fight this one too—even if my body betrays me, even if his touch burns hotter than my hate I won’t be his concubine. I won’t be his mate. I’d rather die. Korgul She’s small...

A cursed bakery, a secret witch, and a dragon shifter who just might be her fated mate. After inheriting her grandmother’s bakery, Tessa has poured everything into restoring it to its former glory. But a sudden curse threatens to close her doors for good. Every morning, her delicious pastries turn to stone by midday, and her fledgling witch powers aren’t enough to stop it. Worse, the only way to lift the curse comes with a price tag she can’t afford. Enter Darius Flintwing—a powerful, dangerously handsome dragon shifter with a problem of his own. He’s determined to build a haven ...

A gritty mechanic binds her fate to three monstrous protectors in a world bent on breaking them. Freya Locke teeters on the edge of ruin. A grease-stained survivor in a crumbling Ohio town, she’s one eviction notice from collapse. Minotaur Metals offers a lifeline, but the job comes with three towering minotaurs. Ror, Jett, and Silas are raw power and primal allure, demanding her body and loyalty in a dangerous bargain. Their scrapyard is a sanctuary under siege. Vinny, a ruthless mobster, wants their land and will crush anyone in his path. Freya’s wrench turns spark a fierce connection...

She broke into his warzone for medicine. Now she’s chained to his bed and leaking for the beast who claimed her. Aria I only wanted to save my sister. One vial of antivirals, one quick break-in, and I’d be gone. But I ran into him instead. Varnox Rhel. The Varnari war commander. Ruthless, massive, green-skinned, and terrifying. He caught me. Touched me. Took me. My body betrays me every time he’s near, aching for more. I hate him. I crave him. And I’m not sure how long I can keep saying no when my body already has. Varnox She snuck into my zone and stole from me. Under Varnari law, ...

She went in with a mission—but he wants her on her knees, marked, and begging for more. Maren I was trained to seduce, infiltrate, and kill—not to feel. But walking into the Crimson Court as a courtesan, I didn’t expect General Urzak Ironmaw to be this brutal. This dominant. This obsessed. Every look, every command pushes me closer to the edge. I'm here to steal the Iron Heart and walk away. But the deeper I get, the more I forget who’s seducing who—and the more I wonder if I want to be caught. Urzak Maren says she’s here to serve, but her eyes tell a different story. She’s ...

A fierce foreman surrenders to three primal minotaurs in a city that threatens to crush them all. Blair Voss is a battle-scarred construction worker, one missed payment from ruin in New York’s unforgiving sprawl. Desperate, she seizes a lifeline: a foreman job at Voss Construction, led by three towering minotaurs—Theron, Gideon, and Rune. These horned titans offer wealth and security, but their deal demands more than her skills. They want her body, her loyalty, her complete submission. As Blair navigates their seductive control and the skyscraper’s brutal demands, a darker threat ...

Hannah’s story is astonishing, the sort of information your mind and heart simply want to reject. The depths of human cruelty and callousness that she has endured are so extreme that you will find yourself struggling to accept it, even as the undeniable evidence is displayed before you. Fire has left its indelible marks upon her skin, covering her entire upper body in a pattern of soft whirls and divots, a testimony to the suffering she has endured at the hands of her ex-husband and so many others—all of whom were meant to be heroes, but revealed themselves to be monsters.

She answered a desperate ad—and found herself in a world she never imagined, claimed by creatures she never thought existed. Riley I was broke, desperate, and drunk when I sent that reckless email. Now, I'm living in luxury, trapped between two powerful, irresistible minotaurs who make my every hidden fantasy come alive. Torin, cold and commanding, and Gavrax, playful yet possessive—they both push me to the edge. This arrangement was supposed to save me, not enslave me with cravings I can't escape. And now, danger from my past threatens the twisted paradise they've given me. Torin Riley...

When Schuyler Rummel-Hudson was 18 months old, a question about her lack of speech by her pediatrician set in motion a journey that continues today. When she was diagnosed with bilateral perisylvian polymicrogyria (an extremely rare neurological disorder), her parents were given a name for the monster that had been stalking them from doctor to doctor, and from despair to hope, and back again.

Al has taken care of the problem of Baron Jamison. He won’t even have to worry about convincing the crown he was in the right, as Emperor Eldridge personally witnessed most of the final confrontation which has all but guaranteed the now former baron will be executed. The Emperor is here to watch Al test his new and modified mills. Of course, Al’s monarch always seems to have more than one motive, and there is now a vacant barony to dispose of. Even the part of the barony Al actually wants comes with its own issues. Not the least of which are more chromatic dragons. The young earl is ...

She summoned a monster, thinking it would end the visions. Instead, it claimed her body and soul. Yvrenn The moon haunts me. Every dream is soaked in sweat and shame, a horned beast pulling me into heat and hunger I can’t explain. I thought the ritual would end it. Just herbs, blood, and desperate hope. But what came from the forest wasn’t a vision. It was real. Galthar. He dragged me from the clearing, bound my wrists, and took me across the Veil into a fortress of shadows and stone. He says I’m the chosen. That my body belongs to him. I hate him. I crave him. And with every breath, ...

She owns the night. He only survives it. Zara Vale lives in neon and venom. She’s the reigning queen of Club Nocturne, a secret underworld haven for shifters, sirens and every other teenage monster trying to claw their way free. With her bite and her stilettos, she rules the dance floor and the back alley deals—until Jace arrives with scars that don’t heal and eyes that don’t flinch. He’s not part of her world. He’s a street rat with nothing to lose and too much to hide. But when a new drug starts turning shifters into soulless predators, Zara needs help from someone who ...

Suzanne suffered five heart attacks and made it through open heart surgery. But even that pales in comparison to the horrors she faced as a young girl. Her childhood became the ‘stuff of nightmares’ after her father passed away and her mother, unable to get a job in Ireland, had to seek work in London. So ‘Mammy’ was forced into the heart-breaking decision to put Suzanne and her five siblings into church-run orphanages in Dublin while she worked away. It was just meant to be temporary.