Bunga Monster Novels & Stories

Used to create water-breathing mask filter. Huh? Was it that simple to find a cap variant blue mushroom monster? Zen’s dumb luck was getting out of hand, but he wasn’t complaining. Progress was progress. He had no idea how he obtained his first blue mushroom cap, but apparently, this can be regrown like a lizard’s tail. It was probably good for Zen, who preferred not to fight monsters head-on. This cap-wearing blue mushroom monster was timid, much like the purple mushroom cap variant monster. Applying the same trick, Zen waited for the next monster and realised that while cap-wearing variants appeared in this part of the lake, there were still more regular blue mushroom monsters. After sever

The flower turned into a flower monster, that had a really wide mouth. "I don't understand, I did everything as the book said. Why.. why.. is the flower now... a monster." I stuttered looking up at the plant confuse. "That's because you messed up the portion." He replied, his voice so calm like he was expecting me to fail. Ugh! The monster plants growls and was about attacking me, and without thinking I threw a fireball at the monster plant's head and then it started burning. The ceiling also started to burn and the fire was spreading rapidly. Arkalis quickly puts it off with water stopping the fire.

, The Monster tells them " As you wish “, completing his statement sage Yaga along with others take out their respective weapons in order to Battle against the monster And soon a battle starts between them which keeps on turning more bloody along with passing time as the whole room soon gets filled with the blood of the monster but still he is undefeated because he keeps on appearing again and again even though he is killed which shocks each one of them, and along with the battle they also start thinking about how to get rid of this reappearing process of the monster and in the process of thinking same sage Yaga stumbles upon the fact that most probably this Monster is getting its powers fro

He bumped heavily into Benjamin who was just starting to get himself again. “Zamora divine god help us, what the hell is wrong with Ser Godfrey this is obviously not a ravage monster, i suspect it could be a legendary monster with such strength.” Mica added, her face down with the outcome of the fight. “Mica, I need you to distract the monster, I have an idea.” “Over here!” She said, her voice echoing through the colosseum, the monster's interest got back to her as she ran avoiding its shooting webs. Mica couldn’t keep up for long as the monster was getting closer each passing second.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

Cielo says, mimicking his dad and taking another cookie before finally offering me one. I take one. "Thanks," I say, even though it's weird to thank him for giving me one of my own cookies. We walk out to the pool, and around the corner, I see the little house from earlier and the woman with the long dark hair setting a plant by the front door. When she sees us, she bites her lip. She's pretty, and close up, I see she has a very thin braid with a feather in it tucked behind her ear. I smile and wave. She looks surprised but then smiles and waves back.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.