Bunga Monster Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to explain, a suitcase came barreling past and slammed into me. "Careful!" I stumbled backward, colliding into a solid, warm chest. Liam caught me instinctively, his arm tightening around my waist. His voice, usually calm and detached, carried an unmistakable edge of urgency. "Are you alright?" I didn’t answer. Because my eyes had locked onto the hair tie now fully exposed on his wrist. There was a delicate pink-and-white crystal flower dangled from it. Earlier, I only caught a fleeting glimpse. However, the longer I looked, the more familiar it felt, and the more it unsettled me.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

A brand new day. Rain inhaled, the scent of roses being the first thing that catches. Monday. Her face scrunches up and she shoots up from the bed like a fucking bullet. No, it wasn’t the scent of the rose but the fact that it was already bright out and she hadn’t even taken a shower.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

What a monster. ************

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

I stopped searching when I saw a large an that was similar to the monster they were opposing Viktor! "Here you are!" I said happily. I read about the monster, and I found out information about his characteristics. "Bankuga, A large water monster. They say it's a very dangerous Monster because it has no death." "It wasn't affected by the physical attack because its whole body was made of water," 'How can we defeat my monster without it being affected by physical attack?' I wonder the question to myself. I sighed and continued reading the Book of Miracle Items. I read all about the monster they are fighting Viktor called Bankuga.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

The tentacles paused a bit as if stunned but then the monster whose features seemed to have been obscured all the while finally cleared up, the undistinguishable female’s face was still blurry but the feeling of rage it portrayed wasn’t. A vicious female voice was heard dipped in unconcealed rage as it declared…. or rather, tried to. “He is not my… AH!!!!!!!” Melissa screamed as tens and hundreds and thousands of flowers suddenly flourished from her entire tentacles, white, yellow, purple, pink, red, gold, every single color seen and ones only ever imagined. More and more they came out, their petals dyed with the color of red, their petals shaded with the beautiful color of blood, each one o