Anime Series Monster Novels & Stories

Adrian and the rest looked at each other when they heard her say that. What she said was similar to what they had seen! "We're unsure about what that is, but based on what you've said, it seems to be the thing we're searching for! Ms. Val, could you please explain this monster fox you're referring to?" Dragon Prince focused on that. "The monsters living in Verdant Summit are the nine-tailed foxes! "Think about it. Monsters hurt people. If they managed to train with the miasma, wouldn't they get even more powerful? That's why we have to kill them for justice!" Val said flatly.

Natsu looked up to see what made the sound, and saw the monkey standing with four wings on its back as its tail was moving. The beast Natsu was currently looking at was black with white and gold stripes on it, and had a purely white wings. The beast opened its mouth and roared as Natsu saw its sharp teeth and fangs. The beast began coming closer to Natsu as he then noticed its hands has sharp nails like that of a bird claw. "Why does things always have to get this complicated! What kind of monster is this?" Natsu thought. "I have to get out of here fast, but let's be serious right now, if all those monsters fused, doesn't that mean that this beast is going to be as fast as the bird and stron

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.

But this time… When it buzzed— I didn’t flinch. I picked it up. New number. Of course. I opened the message. You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Come back before they turn you into something you’re not. I stared at the screen. Then slowly… I typed back. My fingers didn’t shake this time. Too late. I hit send. And for the first time— I wasn’t afraid of what came next.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

Abel thought grimly as he slipped deeper into the dark, “to stop chasing this monster.” This was no longer about history. It was time for catching monsters.

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr