Black Luster Soldier Normal Monster Novels & Stories

[The Somatic Key] The cellar door didn't just yield; it disintegrated under the force of a synchronized kinetic blast. Through the settling dust, four Ghost units materialized, their movements eerily fluid, as if they were sharing a single nervous system. But it was their visors that froze my blood. The standard icy blue of the Regency had been replaced by a pulsating, oily black—the signature of the Heir’s total neural takeover. "Dante!" I screamed, but the word was cut short as the lead soldier moved with a speed that defied human reflexes.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

At the same time, waves of sizzling sounds could be heard. Then, the surface that came into direct contact with the blood began to turn black. Then, it began to fester and sink. When they saw this scene, both the figures in the black aura and the black shadow who was watching the battle were completely stunned. At the same time, they opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. They made waves of confusion from the bottom of their hearts. "What's going on?" "That's impossible, right?" "What the hell is that kid doing? Did he use his own blood to corrode the lava monster's body?"

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

I said with a proud tone and smiled at him. "Alright, go back to them tomorrow, okay?" The King ordered. "Understood, your majesty," I answered and bowed at him for a moment before leaving. --- Third Person's POV 30 soldiers were walking in a straight line. They are currently going somewhere, but a huge creature appeared, blocking their way. "Don't lower your guard! It's an A-class monster!" Said the leader of the 30 soldiers. The giant monster looks like a combination of a dinosaur's body, and the dragon's head. Its skin has the scales of a fish, while its arms were steels like a sword, yet it has a hand, as well as fingers.

Then he contacted him. “Bacchus.” Minotaur said. Bacchus put his hand on his earpiece to hear him clearer. “Yes?” “Black Dragon and his company are all awake. We can’t ambush them.” Minotaur reported. Yeah. And you already alerted them with your shot. Bacchus irritatingly thought. “Standby. Pegasus is telling Cupid to hack this f*cking electric fence!” Bacchus ordered Minotaur. “Copy.” Minotaur answered.

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

“What in the seventh hell is that thing?” She was lost for words in her fear-induced state but that shock didn’t last long. That thing was nearing the unaware band of soldiers who were led by Rurik who was running while screaming hysterically. In the commotion, they might have mistaken the camouflaged monster for tree leaves. The beast crouched ready to snatch one of them with his pointy sharp sword-like toes when Laylin shot her aura at the monster and threw Rurik in the air. The monster shrieked deafeningly and the soldiers finally realized the presence of the uninvited guest.