Romans & histoires Arcane Monsters

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.

Cee sneers, although he wasn't even looking at me when I heard it. “They are a particular breed of monsters bred for combat. They are even designated as trios.” He then began naming the monsters that were housed in the large jar, including one of the werewolves, vampires, and mages. As soon as he said, "More importantly, we need to claim something in here because I just sense the artifact," he tightened his grip on my hand, and before I could blink, we arrived in front of a frame containing a picture of a young man. At that point, I knew that I couldn't be more uneasy than I was right then.

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;

Charlie had done the same to Aric. "You are a monster." Aric sneered, his face only inches away from Amber's face. "Eventually you will learn that monsters have nightmares too." Her eyes were cold and lifeless when she stared in the King of Beast's eyes. "You have no idea who I'm, do you?" Aric looked at Amber in confusion. One moment her eyes were lifeless and the next moment they held sadness within them. He had no idea what this mad creature was talking about. "What are you talking about, witch?" Aric inquired while not letting go of his grip on her neck. He had faced countless witches in the past but no one was like the witch in front of him. Hell! The mad Oracle would look sane in front

I rebuke. Her eyes grey bright orange with my remark, and I swear just for a moment her nails grew longer and horns began to form on either side of her head. But she seemed to calm herself and her body returned to its normal state as of nothing had happened. She stood eyes closed breathing deeply. When she opened them again, her brown eyes stared back at me. “Tormund?” She called to her bodyguard, her eyes never leaving my face. No other words were spoken between them, it was as if their conversation was spoken telepathically. He stalked forwards, not stopping to look at Angelique, his eyes were set on me. I stumble backwards, my back hit against a hard, cold surface. He was getting nearer.

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

What Mane saw through these eyes was a body that was entirely different from anything he had seen so far. He had seen the structure of beasts and men. He had seen the structure of Elemental and Ancient. He had also seen the structure of a Barbarian. But none of them filled him with as much awe as the structure of the Crystal Monkey. The common thing Elementals, Ancients and Barbarians had was the presence of a star map. Although the stars differed in color, they all had stars in their bodies that held Edict. Weak Magical Beasts didn’t have a star map and couldn’t really store Edict, but High Class Magical Beasts and above were capable of employing some Edict based skills. However even for th