Another Monster At The End Of This Book App Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

~Author’s POV~ That night, while Harriet got ravaged by Rael, Simon had booked a hotel and was just about to enter when someone crept up behind him, wrapping arms around him from the back. He was stunned, his eyes widening as it moved lower to see a pair of dainty hands. But when he turned, the woman's face did not match her hands at all. She looked hideous, her hair like a bird's nest and her face filled with red spots that would make anyone scared.

Ours is the love that outlived every chain. Ours is the story that ended with two monsters who learned how to be human. And they lived. Not perfectly. Not quietly. But fiercely, fully, forever. The End.

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.

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

Those three monsters looked like they’d stepped out of a fantasy novel. "Closed for the day? Isn’t that too early?" I asked. "It’s already 10 p.m.," he answered. I raised a brow, thinking he was joking, but when I checked the cracked screen of my phone and glanced at the window, my eyes widened in shock. I had spent seven hours glued to one place without knowing. Those three handsome monsters will be the end of me. But come to think of it, they didn’t ask me to be digging into their kind.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You don’t care. “ They arrived at the place, picked up the money and returned it to their customer. No police were involved and Mike was more than okay with this. “We have a meeting tonight. “ Andy said once they were done and headed back to the car. “We have a new customer, Alexis says this one is more special. “ “Special, as in…?” “As in I don’t know. It’s not... you know. A missing person or a ransom. “ Andy explained. “Then what is it? “ “I don’t know, Mike. And that’s why you need to be at the meeting this time. “ “Brief me once you know more. Bye, Andy. “

Focusing instead on the other smaller books. Thirty minutes into it, Sam opened the book to the same monster that had almost killed him. He felt a sense of foreboding at that. He had to look around close to three times to be sure that it had not manifested itself in the library. “Ugh! I’m being paranoid,” he mumbled to himself. He squinted his gaze at the tiny words and learned a couple of things about them. No one was controlling the tree monster. It was its person, and almost extinct. He wondered if he had killed the only surviving one that was alive.