Aphmau Picture Minecraft Novels & Stories

Next, Caspian dug out the demon core from the monster's brain and placed the entire corpse in his storage bag. Maya glanced around and said, "This monster with the body of a goat and the face of a monkey is a Broken-Tooth Ape. However, the Broken-Tooth Ape never acts alone, and there'll at least be a dozen of them. Thus, there must be other Broken-Tooth Apes around, so be extra alert!"

She tilted her head her lips stretching so far in a smile. Dominico laughed after watching the girl act childishly, it amused him, to see someone so innocent "what photo would you paint of me?" she looked at him, her eyes still wide in excitement. "Leave that to me" she frowned but smiled shortly after, roaming about his room. "who is this?" bellissima pointed at a painting that was hung behind his bed, they both stared at the picture, it was the face of a very beautiful woman and Bella had felt some kind of way, eager to know who the lucky woman was

The sight had my eyes widening. I panicked. "I-I can fix your artifact if you spare us!!" I suddenly gasped out, trying to calm my heartbeat. His claws stopped right before my throat. From this close-up, I could finally tell the emotion in Morax's eyes--it was intrigue like he was working out a puzzle. I could only hope it was a good thing. "You think you can fix an ancient relic? How cute." The words just left his mouth when a chair came down hard on his head.

Up close, they’re bleached-out, hard surfaces with the texture of a dried alligator carcass. Cars zoom past at alarming speeds. When trekking through the swamp, I’d heard the distant sounds of these beasts and seen them from afar, but up close, the rectangular metal boxes are bigger than a swamp monster and even more intimidating. I stop and shake my head, unwilling to take a step into this foreign land and be trampled by one of their metal monstrosities. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ama mutters. “Has Axel made a mistake or what?” “What do you mean?” I ask, grabbing her sleeve.

These small, four-legged creatures with brown fur on their faces and bodies gently lifted Amelia and placed her in an old black hammock suspended between two towering Mabolo trees. Suddenly, a loud screech from the same red sedan jolted Amelia awake. She rubbed her right eye, yawned, and noticed Nestor by her side, slowly sweeping the yard. Her gaze wandered to a vacant lot with a river behind it, captivated by a Mabolo fruit descending gracefully to the ground.

Everyone moved towards the next door which leaded them to Level-2 that was Creepy Lake. This time Ansh was careful not to make Shama angry once again. He sticked around Shama the whole time. But, she ignored him. They all were sitting in a boat between the lake. Everything was silent for a minute around. Just then a weird voice filled the room. The boat started shaking and a giant whale pounced on them. Its mouth was filled with blood. Eyes pure white without any pupils. Everyone shrieked in fear.

She then heard animals running in the cave, the whispers of the air blowing everywhere, the eerie sound from a broken door in the back part of the lodge… She opened her eyes. Her mouth was half-open in disbelief, still shocked by the enhanced power she acquired. “The weather seems nice today, isn’t it?” Amara turned around to look at the older woman. Innocence was written all over her face. She couldn’t believe that she tried to harm the human whose face screams of purity and kindness. “Appears to be,” she whispered and licked her lower lip.

She took small steps to where Damascus was still currently perched. When Amara stood directly in front of Damascus, she gently pulled the helmet from his hands and cradled it between her own. "Yes," was all she said. She could see something flicker in his light eyes, which she had come to realize was a Dragon thing. A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Damascus held a hand towards his bike that was parked right out front. Amara walked closer and noticed it was a lot larger in person than from the bedroom window. How was he able to keep control of this monstrosity? Amara stole a glance at his muscles underneath his jacket and answered her own question.

I will send this bastard to the bottomless pit. Standing in front of him with my arm stretched out “Abaddon the destroyer—” He coughs out blood holding his chest while gasping to breath—from the hole on his chest you could see the already crushed heart. For some reason it hasn’t regenerated and so hasn’t Mazekeen. Before I knew it he has vanished I turn to see Mazekeen drawing a pentagon with her blood—talk about resilient. The pentagon lights up once she completes the drawing and a healthy Harper wrapped in warm cloths appears when the light dims.

and Makimi pouts. “Alright! Alright! I get it… so can we move that corpse somewhere before that?” says Natsuko while pointing at the corpse of the tentacle monster. Pouring some water on the corpse, Ayame says- “I think I’ve seen this in the book… lemme check!” and she takes out her phone and goes through her images. Makimi leans in to see what she was seeing and sees descriptive images of yokai stored on her phone. She scrolls through while reading their names.