Albino Monkey Novels & Stories

A leash ran from the collar around the capuchin monkey's neck to the music organ where the stocky dark-haired Colton Stokes ground out a shrill melody. Crowds gathered to watch as the small monkey floated around the people, hat held out, begging for tips from the onlookers. This is frickin' humiliating, Liam Lamont sent through the mindspeech of the shifters as he shook the hat in his hands at an elderly gentleman who couldn't stop talking baby talk to him. Why do people always talk to animals and babies like we're ignorant?

After a day, the spy woke up and immediately got redeployed in missions abroad in order to conceal the vengeful retribution by the Sangoma followed by a military funeral held within Burma Barracks in collaboration with the Red Brick House and burial conducted as per military ethics. The forth was an Albino, and a very junior medical doctor at the University Teaching Hospital. His presence at the hospital was more ceremonial than professional with no chances of promotion. Nobody knew his net worth was the highest of all medical professionals in the country. The Albino was the only trained dermatologist countrywide and was a genius and thorough in the execution of his duties. His calmness and

I don’t think Brutus would kill Monsters meant for our training…’ He couldn’t be sure until he saw for himself, though. “GRUUUUUU!!” As if responding to his thoughts, a beast descended from the ceiling with a loud growl. It had furry white skin, similar to the White Monkey Monsters, but this monster resembled an albino BigFoot more than anything else. It had a savage expression on its face, which Rey considered to mean only one thing. “Wanna fight?” * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! Honestly, it’s been too long since we’ve come here!

Nigel pointed in a direction and the others advanced behind him. The was the faint sound of a battle in the distance and they quietly moved toward it. After a few hundred meters, they saw two packs of beasts fighting between each other. "Earth monkeys and Toxic monkeys." Lucinda spoke softly. There were two different kinds of monkey-type beasts fighting. The number of specimens in each pack amounted to almost one hundred and there clearly was some peak rank 3 among them. 'Earth monkeys are physically strong and slightly bigger while the Toxic ones use their feces to poison their prey.'

Nigel pointed in a direction and the others advanced behind him. The was the faint sound of a battle in the distance and they quietly moved toward it. After a few hundred meters, they saw two packs of beasts fighting between each other. "Earth monkeys and Toxic monkeys." Sara spoke softly. There were two different kinds of monkey-type beasts fighting. The number of specimens in each pack amounted to almost one hundred and there clearly was some peak rank 3 among them. 'Earth monkeys are physically strong and slightly bigger while the Toxic ones use their feces to poison their prey.'

But I have been to the countryside, and I have seen the overabundance of pale horses myself. A farm in Dartmoor recently reported that one of their albino horses gave birth to a human boy. The boy allegedly lived for a single day before he was devoured from the inside by long, coiling worms. As the boy had never been left alone, it was believed that he was born with the worms already inside of him. The worms disappeared into the wilds before the farmers could squash them.

My mane of white hair, streaked with those dark blue tips I’d dyed as a girl, cascaded wild around my face and shoulders, framing the beast I had become. Claws glinted obsidian-black at the ends of long, powerful fingers, my body towering, muscled, yet graceful, every curve built for speed and strength. My features, though Lycan, were still me—still Alora. Only… transformed. *I’m… albino,* I whispered, my voice cracked with disbelief. *Of course we are,* Jag said softly, pride thrumming in her tone. *Did you really think the Moon Goddess would give us anything less than her own image?*

I crouched down toward the monkey, speaking soft and easy, working to steady my tone despite my frayed edges, Lucy’s smug grin still etched in my brain, her claws on Liam branded there. The monkey was compact, its fur a deep, glossy chestnut, its movements snappy and out of place in these eerie timbers. “Wow, that’s something else,” Sarah murmured, her words hushed and full of awe, her focus locked on the animal, its strangeness setting it apart from the usual forest critters.

She was surprised she hadn't noticed it when she had looked before. Dressed again, Cherryl glanced up from tugging on her boots and saw that the lizard thing had four blocks as well, but they were red and brown. Eyeballing the other pens, she saw the animals that were obviously predators all had red and brown blocks while herbivores, like her cows, had yellow and brown. In the enclosure to her left were half a dozen dusky crested monkey things with eyes that took up their entire faces and mouths on their throats, full of pointed teeth. Their blocks were a mix of gray and yellow.

“It’s fine, want to hear my thoughts on why you were named Rabbit?” “…why not” he nodded. “You remind me of ‘Oryctolagus cuniculus’; a rabbit with albinism” Rabbit was stunned, insulted, confused? He didn’t know which emotion he was feeling at that moment. “…that’s quite the comparison…” “They have red eyes just like yours, although yours is more on the pink side” “I see…” “Were you expecting a deep analysis of some sort?” “Maybe” Rabbit chuckled softly,