Code Lyoko Monster Novels & Stories

The air crackled and rang and bright purplish rays streaked around the skies and a behemothic monolith came crashing down on Lang Mu. Lang Mu let loose a bestial howl as he hectically summoned his powers. The silhouette of a wolf standing on its rear legs appeared once more behind him and it mauled at the falling monolith. "Rumble!" Instead of destroying the monolith, the silhouette of the wolf exploded instead and the ground sank under Lang Mu's feet. Nothing could be done to stop the monolith and it crashed down at Lang Mu. The air resounded with an anguished cry from the Lycan champion as his entire self shone brilliantly in a glow of yellow as he desperately hurled what attacks he could

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

They looked at us like we were cargo. "Line up," the yellow-eyed envoy barked. We stood in a messy row. Lydia, the freckled girl, the other brunette, and me. I stood at the end. Next to them, I looked like a giant. My gray wool sweater was dirty at the elbows, my jeans were stiff with dried road mud, and my hair was a wild nest of curls. The massive double doors of the obsidian hall groaned open. A group of men stepped out. They didn't wear coats; they wore heavy leather vests and dark trousers, their bare arms thick with muscle and old battle scars. These weren't regular wolves. Their shoulders were broader, their bones thicker. Lycans.

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.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

A few days after the Monster World event at the Lantian Peak, a young man appeared to leave the Ordo of the Monster Slayer headquarters on a bright morning. He's a figure we all know. Li Wei is pleased right now. His pocket was large and full of Hell stones, which he collected while fighting in the Fortress arena, and the remains of hunting. Li Wei has also made a decision today. "I have to buy at least two battle-type spells, then train hard to produce a combo attack like the one Yama and the kids from the Top Five Guild have!"

Monster: Stone Mount Stampeding Bull Monster Level: 26 Health: 38,380/51,000 Attack: 170 Defense: 200 Skills: Wild Charge, Stampede (group), Horn Drill, Stomp, Rampage After seeing Kirou's attack, the other bulls showed a rare trace of uncertainty and hesitation in their actions. This changed, however, when two bulls in the group roared at the others, prompting them to regain their spirits as they stared at Kirou with glowing red eyes. As for the man himself, he was currently looking at his hand with a strange expression on his face. The previous feelings that he experienced during that attack were still there and he was doing his best to quickly process them, but this action was quickly cut

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

It let out a throaty growl, spit dribbling from its slavering jaws, and started following towards me. I mixed in reverse, my psyche dashing as I looked for whatever I might use as a weapon. My fingers shut around a weighty marble paperweight, and I flung it at the Lycaon's head energetically. The improvised shot struck valid, grabbing the monster in the attention. It let out a stunning yell of torment and fury, stunning back briefly.