Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

then Ingrid rushed off. ★★★★★ (Outside evergreen pack_Cave) Drake balled his fist and clenched his jaw as he watched the masked man mixing some chemicals, he averted his gaze from the masked man and let his eyes settle on a group of newly created creatures. His eyes wandered around until they landed on a group of pups and teenagers, they were chained against each other, with very thick chains that maybe only acid could break -that's if there isn't a key. They all looked so scared, dehydrated and starved -after all, they've been kept here for many days.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

DESCRIPTION OF THE REALM OF DREADOR Dreador is a mystical world inhabited by witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. Every century, a king is chosen from each part of the realm: the Head Sorcerer, the Dragon King, and the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack. Although these mystical creatures can travel to the human realm through a portal, they are only allowed to do so for a limited period.

a voice filled with rush fall on my ear and next he grab my hand but before we move light come again turning me almost blind. But the scene in front of stop my breathe. Everyone turns into zombies. Their eyes are dark red , veins popping out of their skin. They take unsteady steps here and there . Blood oozing out of their mouth, the sight is bone chilling. How this happen my brain stop working as I stood there numb. I flinch when Damian pull my hand but he gag my mouth with his hand. "They can't see so move without making sound." He whisper lowly and we take slow and steady steps towards exit. Sweat trickle down my head as some of them are quite near to me. One wrong step an....

Another monster lurched through the fog—this one leaner, fast, and made of what looked like glass and shadow. “I got the screamer!” I yelled. “I’ll take the creep!” Damian responded, ducking a black tendril as the beast shrieked and swiped for his throat. Norma hurled a potion that exploded in a flash of golden fire. “INCOMING!” It hit the third beast that had tried sneaking in from the left. The potion melted half its skull. “You’re welcome!” she added. The Rift pulsed again. Four more creatures crawled out—one slithering, one winged, two just... teeth.

Said David with a hint of nervousness, his unit complied and started to draw back towards the open wall slowly, but they started to sustain more and more injuries as the attack was relentless, the cries of the little rhino were drowned by the animalistic growls of their foes. Stranger creatures started to appear, a jellyfish with 3 fingered hands at the end of each tentacle floated down from the sky, those “arms” started to stretch and grab all the corpses and living monsters that were unlucky, just 2 seconds passed before they were devoid of any blood and crumbled into ash. A mass of black flesh filled to the brim with screaming faces slowly crawled up from the forest, leaving behind a trai

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.