Ancient Monster Novels & Stories

He was poking the tiger, but he wanted the other monsters and especially the brother to know Darkness wasn’t invincible. In the past, they were too vain and selfish to stick together. The brothers had been the ones to accomplish what no one had ever done – they’d formed their own army of monsters and demons. Even other master monsters were talked into joining with them. That was unheard-of and boded ill for the world. The Ancients were playing catch-up with the monsters. The latter had put a plan in place centuries earlier and had the patience to carry it out. Darkness was a huge part of that.

An ancient mysterious, from the Totem era, built from countless Shenshan structures, a terrifying giant appeared in the body of tens of thousands of tall. The Infernal Archmage's body was instantly fused, and the other was a terrifying totem giant fused together. A half-step transcending level of terrifying power vibrated from the source of The Infernal Archmage's body and spread out. "Unfortunately, this kind of state can only last for a moment!!" The Infernal Archmage felt an overwhelming force in his body, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He is an old-class old monster from the Totem era that has existed until now.

The once-vibrant lands withered, the seas' bounties dwindled, and the skies were shrouded with unprecedented storms. Tales spread of a mysterious entity, of unknown origin, whose presence tainted the Realm with malice. He was of the Fae kind that many referred to as Lazerus Draven. Rumors circulated that he possessed the formidable ability of a Syphon, capable of draining the powers of others. The Ancients, perplexed by his origin, endeavored to locate him, but he eluded them with the cunning of a shadow. All knew this was a sign that the creature they sought was the Eighth returned.

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

It made a hissing sound, and the next thing I know is its body is wrapped around me. Me right now is like a mouse in a lion's den. I drained out my power controlling the earthquake, and now I'm surrounded by ravenous creatures. I call all the deities I know inside my head, but I just feel my body being crush by the serpent. The manticore still keeps on marching towards us, with its mouth open. Its disgusting saliva is dripping on the floor, as its tongue is slightly stuck out. The centaurs and satyrs already came, and I saw how they ignite a fire on the corpse of my people. This is the end of my city—our realm.

The massive stone door loomed before us, its surface covered in intricate carvings and mechanisms that pulsed faintly with an ancient energy. The parchment scroll in my hands held cryptic symbols, clues passed down through generations of my family. As I scrutinized the mechanisms, a deep, unnatural hum filled the chamber, sending a shiver down my spine. A sudden burst of energy coalesced in the air, and from the swirling darkness, a phantom took shape. It was unlike anything we had encountered before—a towering, translucent figure that seemed to hold within it the rage of centuries. The moment its hollow eyes fell upon us, it moved with terrifying speed, summoning the very monsters we had fo

He was still pointing his weapon at something. Wren and Max stepped inside and saw what was now lying motionless on the table once again. Wren knew what it looked like, and he had hoped he was wrong. He had seen it when he and Lindsay had looked at the creatures days earlier. It looked almost identical to the monster they had learned was called Anubis. “We need to get this thing back in the cooler now. If it is what I think it is, it isn’t dead, and nothing we do will kill it,” Wren said as he motioned for Max to help him.

The blast sent the Ancient crashing through three mountains. The battlefield shook violently. Wolves howled. Witches screamed spells. Vampires tore through lesser creatures spilling out of the sky. But at the center of it all The true war raged. Gods against monsters. Seraphine spun as two Ancients attacked together. Their power bent gravity itself. Mountains began collapsing around them. She barely blocked the first strike The second slammed into her ribs. Pain exploded through her body. She crashed through the battlefield, carving a massive trench across the earth.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes. “This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.” My chest went cold. Pelin frowned, hugging herself. “Summoning… what?” Aziz shifted his weight, his hair falling into his eyes as he studied the bloody circle. “A Marid. The black kind.” The word was foreign on his tongue, harsh and heavy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice felt so weak. His gaze flicked to me, holding mine until I felt pinned to the mattress. “A jinn. A supernatural creature from the obsidian dimension. They come in colors—blue, red, black. The black ones are the strongest.”