Black Luster Soldier Normal Monster Novels & Stories

(Unknown). [Breed]: Half Monster Half liagole. [Power level]: Three (have the potential to increase it to a maximum of five). [Health]: 98% {Your body is in need of rest}. [Organs]: Functioning normal (the heart rate is high which means you should take a break). [Bones]: Broken three ribs and cracked a leg and back bone. [Body]: Injuries around it's back and some bruises on different parts of the body (no critical or life threatening injuries).

And fleeting. She was still recovering. And he was losing his strength. Another monstrosity charged out of the mist, this one shouting with dozens of throats, carrying itself on hands sculpted out of smelted bone. Soldiers advanced, swords drawn. One of them—a youth no more than sixteen—stood frozen. His eyes met the monster's. "Don't look at it!" another cried. "Don't let it speak into you—!" Too late. The boy let go of his sword. His lips parted. A single tear dropped.

“Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.” “No man, I know,” I echoed and nodded slowly. “I am not a man, and I am not going to make the same mistake that others did. It’s about time they realize what eye for an eye means.” I shook my head and spoke slowly. “They have to pay. I will make them pay. Romanos played Gods for a long time now. It’s about time they see what hell looks like.” “It is not going to be easy, Lilliana.” I knew that it was a war—a war with an invincible enemy.

She threw out waves of blue energy to hold the affected people in place, but immediately frowned when she felt their strength. They were much stronger than the abominations they had fought at the border. These ones were still in their human form, which made them faster and more deadly. The only difference they had from a normal human were their pitch-black eyes and the long metal claws that had grown out of their skin. They were the perfect soldiers that Lihont had made. They had no fear, no pain and no emotions. Zoran saw a group of monsters closing in on a family. He shifted into his huge obsidian primordial wolf and he lunged into the crowd, his teeth snapping wildly, as he easily ripped

But aside from that… There was nothing. No weapons. No insignia. No identifying marks. Then something caught my attention. His eyes. The pupils were completely black. Not dark brown. Not deep grey. Pure black. Unnatural. Not human. Not any species I recognized. I pried his mouth open slightly. Inside, everything was dark. His tongue was unnaturally thin… almost serpent-like. Then I noticed something else. At the corner of his mouth— A tiny drop of liquid. Black. Blood.

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.

Chloe dropped her command as cold as the North Pole. The Zero-Black Division did not hesitate. Thousands of laser shots with titanium bullets penetrated the air, hitting Julian's body from various directions. But the Berserker magic's poison was too strong. The bullets exploded and split his flesh, black liquid spewed out, but the wound closed quickly again. Julian the monster continued to crawl closer through the rain of liquid metal like a madman. Her eyes were only glued to Chloe, only Chloe. Two meters left. The deadly black monster prepared to bend its giant body to lunge at the chair where the Black Wolf Queen was sitting casually.

They looked pathetic—starving, hollow-eyed men wearing ragged, faded crimson cloaks draped over rusted, scavenged pieces of Starved Iron armor. But the terror in their eyes vanished the moment they saw us. It was replaced by the fanatic, unyielding zeal of a dead empire. "For the Iron Crown!" the lead soldier screamed, his voice cracking from years of breathing toxic dust. He didn't draw a sword. He reached into a padded leather pouch on his chest and pulled out a small, thick glass vial. Inside the glass, a few ounces of pitch-black, bioluminescent water swirled violently, desperate to expand.

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.