Arcane Monsters Novels & Stories

Full of jungle landscapes and great battles with demons were just as common as scenes showing them living alongside the monks peacefully. Only one piece of furniture stood in the room. A single, long stone table that reminded me of the Avery's Family Altar. He'd helped her and the other men in the Manser line move the giant relic last summer after Nathan had shown his true colors. And the table before him could have been the exact same one. "Come," Amna insisted, walking over the mosaic floor comprised of small stones and crystals set in concentric circles that wound tighter and tighter to disappeared under the table.

"All the same. That truly will increase their threat. We will enhance the alert and exterminate them greater thoroughly. However, I do now no longer consider that sort of issue nonetheless exists at this age. Pureblooded participants of the 'Pure', at maximum one or, 'True Originals', all of the greater impossible." "I see. I get it. Okay, right here you cross." Raven tossed the enamel impressions to Anna. "Thanks. The evaluation effects might be out very quickly. You can cross mirror in your personal actions." Raven did now no longer solution however gazed at his arms that had simply pinched Anna's cheek. "You have to recognize greater or less. That vampire through your aspect is only a blo

Their ruins—yes, their ruins—would be the only thing to appease the Dragon Lycan King. The pack has since lived in fear, and the fact of the note has remained an open secret among the werewolves. Everyone is fervently praying and hoping that the fearsome Lycan delays his mission of doom. Since the reception of the note, Alpha Xavier has eagerly awaited the arrival of Zanlagar, the seer. Twin Sparks Island can be said to be the strongest pack, but what chance does it possess against the mystical powers of the Drancudie Dynasty? The only chance it has is the seer, and now he is here. At a point like this one, only the seer can say what step can be taken or what could appease the bloodthirsty h

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Jasmine "We all are monsters," Rei replied. "It’s how we live another day and how we can live with ourselves when we finally sleep. You’re not unaccustomed to monsters. You’ve lived with one for most of your life.” Reinaldo laid his arm on the top of the booth behind me. “I’ve been thinking about last night.” Warmth filled my cheeks as I released the stem of my glass. “Me too.” “Now that we’ve been formally introduced, I’d like to get to know you better.”

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. *********

The creature looked at Elizabeth and gave a deep grunt noise as she ran in her direction and with a horrible growling stuttering voice she said “Why can’t you just leave us alone?....why did you have to disturb our happiness? We were having such a nice time, he got the mother he lost and I got to be in the world at the behest of my lady” The deamon-like possessed spirit that inhabited that corpse had just given its necromancer summoner away, specifically, it’s gender it was a woman, which narrow things down for the members of the society. Elizabeth looks at Michael Weaver to make him understand what is going on “This thing right here is not your mother, it's an Arcane Undead and it's very da

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

Ancient magic pulsed faintly underfoot, woven into the stone circle that marked the ceremonial space. I wore black. A deep midnight gown, sleeveless and floor-length, with a slit high up my thigh and silver embroidery curling like smoke along the hem. My dark hair was pulled back, braided and pinned with thin silver chains, tiny crystal fangs glinting at the ends like secrets. They had said to dress like a bride. But I didn’t feel like one. I felt like bait. Guests had arrived in full force. Elders from both sides. Powerful wolves cloaked in muted leathers and blood red sashes. Vampires in opulent coats and ivory gloves, the scent of cold moonlight trailing them like perfume. And of course;