Cerea Monster Musume Novels & Stories

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled. Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"

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

It is where he could watch the group of people eating together at one table. He eyed intently onto one of the esteemed Igetes of Mageia. She was the last born Igetes. The most powerful monster, yet believed to be a fragile angel. She's now with her newfound friends eating at the same table. Full of laughter. She seems to be having fun. "Looks like their princess is having so much fun." He said while grinning from ear to ear. But his grin turns into a sinister smile before he speaks once again. "But not for long. Soon, dear Igetes." He said as he took a sip from his precious wine.

The frantic and terrified screams of the monsters startled Alice, Elmer, Harem, and the mysterious man. Azura's plan included those monsters killing each other. The two monsters died on the spot after their long, sharp claws were stabbed directly into their throats. The smell of blood began to radiate in the closed room. Azura turned to face Harem and the mysterious man through the glass window at this point, her eyes filled with fearless resilience. As Azura approached the two corpses, she directly broke the claws on the monsters' hands and used them as a weapon of self-defense. She can now attack her opponent directly.