Acotar Monsters Novels & Stories

Cee sneers, although he wasn't even looking at me when I heard it. “They are a particular breed of monsters bred for combat. They are even designated as trios.” He then began naming the monsters that were housed in the large jar, including one of the werewolves, vampires, and mages. As soon as he said, "More importantly, we need to claim something in here because I just sense the artifact," he tightened his grip on my hand, and before I could blink, we arrived in front of a frame containing a picture of a young man. At that point, I knew that I couldn't be more uneasy than I was right then.

He hadn't been with the Strays as long as some of the others. "The Raptors are a bunch of orphans that can fly," Tarloh explained. "They've slipped through different dimensions, but can't coexist this close to civilization like we can. It's hard to hide those wings. There's maybe a dozen or so of 'em. Some succubae, at least one gargoyle, two quetzalcoatl . . ." "What's a quetzalcoatl?"

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.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

she said loudly again. The monsters began believing her words. My boyfriends and I couldn't argue about it because it was just going to make us look suspicious. By the end of the day, every monster began talking about a certain existing Vamwolf. Worse, the humans came rioting at the gate, yelling that the academy should be taken down. Miss Hellcat assured them that she was going to find the murderer. Despite the monsters gossiping about the killer being a Vamwolf, she didn't send for me. She didn't try to question me, even when she knew I was the only existing Vamwolf.

‘Zuri. I can't leave. Not yet, not when I know that Crocotta got my bestie. I need to figure out whether she's dead or alive, and if she is alive, there's a very high chance that the Crocotta has her hidden away so as not to blow its cover. Crocottas are uncommon monsters. They’re intelligent, but they lack emotion and loyalty. If they have time to observe a target, they can mimic that person down to the slightest mannerisms.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

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.

“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?”

Alaric braced beside me, his sword drawn now — gleaming silver and runed. “Here we go,” he muttered. The rift tore open with a roar. From within it poured creatures I’d never seen before — jagged-edged beasts with silver-black skin, spider limbs tipped with blade-like claws. Their eyes glowed bright blue. The knights didn’t hesitate. Neither did I. The first monster lunged, and I met it with a blast of lightning that split it down the center. Blood and smoke filled the air. Alaric was a blur beside me — sword slashing, one hand raised in practiced control over his mana-infused strikes.