Charmeleon Novels & Stories

check the status! Species: Lesser Demon(20/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Aura: lesser Exp:120/5000 HP:820 CON:80 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:104 STR:50 (1 STR= 2ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP)

"You're magnificent Aunty Mia! You're beautiful! You look like an angel!" "Charm at its finest." I turned my head a little due to the insects on me and saw Grace walking towards us with a mystified look in her face. I smiled at her, "What's charm?" "You, what you're doing. It's Charm, one of the rarest special abilities from Selene. If not the rarest. I've heard so much about it but haven't seen it myself ever but here you are in my own little garden." "Will I get a special ability too?" Jaime said.

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

Verra eventually and reluctantly had to summon her remnant spirit. She pulled out her wooden gauntlets and strapped them to her hands. She channeled mana into the weapon, a green and brown shadow zipped out of the energy core and cast a shadow over the battlefield. It was a giant frog, no smaller than the Carbonemys. Its body was covered in brown scales like a dragon, and its back was populated by millions of massive green trees.

She knew nothing about him but if he is willing to fight alongside her to defeat this monster then she can give him her respect. "Names Aurelius." He introduced, his eyes never leaving the monster. "So what type of enemy are we facing?" "Chimera. Mythical rank, with Divinity C. One of the 10 Great beasts and even though this one's just a Counterfeit, it still holds true to its reputation. Snakehead shoots out poison, goathead can shoot lightning, and the lion body is almost invincible. Its belly is its greatest weakness. A pleasure meeting you, by the way, I'm Ruby." she replied without batting him an eye.

“Hm… Your name… Shou! That’s right… your family name is Xiao and your first name is Shou! That’s your name now!” said Xiao Chen, giving the Cerberus a name and making it happy with it. But what Xiao Chen didn’t know was that naming a mythical beast would cause it to evolve by drawing qi from Xiao Chen himself.

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”