Dc Monster Novels & Stories

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

Faelon cocked his brow in disbelief. "Are you really that powerful?" He balked. Rolling his eyes, Hoka nodded. He was a very modest and reserved man and didn't like to brag much but disliked doubters. "Yes sir, I am a master in the necromancer world," he said solemnly. Faelon nodded and hopped back on the bed. "I need your head on my lap, so sit up a bit so I can get situated under your head," Hoka mumbled firmly. Faelon sat up as he glanced over at the other two and curled his lip as Hoka sat crossing his legs behind his back.

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Once the dragon touched down in front of him, Nya waged all bets were off. The dragon landed, light on his feet, with his back to Nya, which worked in her favor. Her mind wanted to show her what was about to happen, but she fought the urge to use whatever this newfound ability was to see the future because she didn’t want to know. Instead, as the mammoth monster stood in front of her, a hundred yards or so away, his breathing so loud, it sounded like the drumbeats had started again, she slowly began to make her way out of the trees and toward him.

Drake was so frustrated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. He has seen fear in people, especially in his enemies but seeing the fear of Emily; it seems like she saw him as a monster. He’s an Alpha, the king of the Blue Moon pack. The powerful of all, but he stopped just because he saw Emily’s tears? Damn it! He could feel that there was something different about the girl. He could feel a foreign attraction towards her that he couldn’t explain. What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak.

**Larry's mansion, south korean** "Now you look good" Jasmine said immediately she sighted sandra "I've always look good" Sandra said putting on a headphone Jasmine smiled at her friends cocky behaviour before putting on the her own headphone. Sandra's house have been the place they practice because sandra owned a studio ******* *Desmond mansion* Micheal slump on the couch heavily when he was done cleaning the mess Desmond created in the living room He was so tired that he thought he had exhuasted all his powers. He actually used his power to create better glasses which wouldn't break even if Lord STONE scream his lungs out– hehehehe, he laughed at his own silly joke