Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

But his Beast was hell-bent on destruction and had no fear, no strategy, just terrible, hungry animal instinct. The Dain was in no better shape, he noted as he charged towards him. The monster towered over him, over some of the trees. His body was bare bone and hanging, fetid, rotten flesh. His face was a skull, likely a bear’s with glowing blue witch lights for eyes. Antlers, uneven and broken protruded from the skull. Tamsin had long wondered what had happened to create such a foul thing. Had he ever been as Tamsin was? A Fae cursed and twisted by dark magic? There was no way to know. Carmun used her sons as a means of control over the Realm.

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

Mars shouted in his mind with too much emotion to make Zayn bored because of him. " How strange, are you not defeated by your flock that has been destroyed?" He groaned so much that Darkle answered him, but he didn't care and didn't listen because Ardina caught his attention when she attacked him with shocking speed! His Mate sees herself as human just because she does not transform, but she is not, she is a werewolf like everyone else here and she has a wolf and one of the strongest of wolves too, so she should never underestimate herself! Just because she can't transform into wolves doesn't mean she's not a werewolf

Eventually, silence returned. Only the foul smell of monster corpses and scattered debris remained. Darren landed beside Andrew's corpse and searched through its shattered remains. A moment later, his eyes brightened. "I found it." In his hand rested a crystal core roughly the size of a walnut. Its surface shone with a deep yellow glow. A Level Twenty-Five Earth-Type Crystal Core. DING! {Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Monster Core, and not just any Monster Core, but the core of a monster that possessed an ability. One of the rarest treasures in the apocalypse.}

Aeons ago the jade stones or moonstones were the source of power and life of the realms of Fleur de Emerald , when the three men arrived at the realms of decaying rains, in which they became infected, the more they attacked and got rid of these monsters , more beasts appeared, attracted by their screech and the noises of battles. - We need to go to the central tower. – Yue said, towards his companions, while they fought and kicked their opponents. They ran towards the penthouses, when they ran through the dark alleys, it didn't take long to be noticed, when they arrived very quickly, with the responsibility being that they looked like living nightmares, when they started to appear, in which

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”

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.

The enemy was coming, and not on tiptoe. Kale didn’t even flinch. “How many?” he snapped as scouts barreled into the armory, all breathless and wild-eyed. Rebecca, fastest legs in the pack, skidded to a halt. “All of them,” she wheezed. “Every damn monster Draven’s dug up. Corrupted wolves, shadow things, stuff that shouldn’t see daylight. The forest’s crawling with them, Alpha. It’s like a black wave. And leading the charge…”

He’d gone to extreme measures not to be tracked. “Let’s talk about these new monsters.” Aaron was changing the subject, and I was glad for it. Even though there was still a chance I could get in trouble for something else, at least we weren’t talking about Christian anymore. “What do we know?” He pulled up the video from the hunt the other night, the one I’d manipulated into Cadence’s dream, but it wasn’t playing. “They’re all black.” Elliott started with the obvious. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.