Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

The trek on foot through the mountains would be long, and we would only be shifting if absolutely necessary. Amon pulled in behind me on his Harley. He towered over my petite frame. He was seven feet tall with yellow eyes. He was only one of the seven Dragons left in the world. He was the only Dragon-Warlock-Wolf-Demon I had ever met, really the only double hybrid I had ever heard of. He was magnificent, the oldest in our group being over 100 years old. He shifted into his dragon form, scales lining his arms and back, his wings standing over ten feet fall and eight feet wide. I climbed on as he was my ride to the cave entrance. Why did dark witches have to be so creepy? DAMON

After passing a few more dead bodies, I finally spotted the creature. A drider. I've only seen something like this twice in my life. They had similar qualities as us, vampires. They drank blood and were sensitive to lights. The only difference is that they could do more magic and was absolutely hideous. But the ones I've seen were not as terrifying as this one. This monster was massive and way more muscular. Evolution is a funny thing, isn't it? I saw Analyn cradling Ambrose's head on her lap. The monster must've taken him down. It made me smile. Not so tough now, are we?

Sarrtina finally understands what he is saying. "Yes, we must interact with the humans." It's easier said than done though. Interacting with humans is very hard especially for creatures who prey on them. Controlling their thirst around the humans and concealing their true identities is going to be a challenge but there's anyone who can master it, it's Soliaire, after all he is the first demon...... PART 2 I feel like Sleeping Beauty and not just because we have the same name, but because we were both cursed and our version of death is more or less the same.

They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every other race. “Also, the lack of divine mana in your body has a particular side effect. The light your body naturally produces because of it is lost and your skin and hair turn darker. That is why I did not believe you even for a second.” With a smug expression, she looked back into the forest. This was all a convoluted way of teaching me a lesson. “I will study more from now on, Mother.” Instinctively, I apologized once again. “There is another thing I wanted to discuss with you. After all, you are turning twenty next year.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

A blast of cold, damp air rushed out from the darkness, smelling of mildew, old stone, and iron. I stepped inside first, my large shoulders almost brushing against the narrow stone doorway. Kaelen followed right behind me, with Paul and Homer at the rear. Our footsteps echoed loudly in the cave-like hallway. We walked past rows of cold, empty cells. The stone walls were dripping with moisture, and the only light came from flickering torches mounted on the walls. It was a miserable place, meant to break a wolf’s spirit. We walked deeper into the dark level, moving toward the very last cell at the end of the corridor.

I breathed, reaching out to touch the crystalline surface. The moment my skin made contact, the "Black Frequency" didn't just throb—it sang. The walls of the cave became a 360-degree monitor, displaying a high-definition broadcast of the planet’s electromagnetic field. But there was a massive "Shadow" moving across the map—a darkness that was currently converging on the Cross River rainforest. Suddenly, a dozen "Mutes"—those grey-static shadows—materialized in the cavern. They didn't lunge. They didn't attack. They knelt.

"Six AM sharp. Squad One tags out, Squad Three tags in." Arlo's fingers fly across his keyboard, pulling up the roster. "Vera takes the perimeter. The Dark Elf from the training hall. Her archery is lethal." "True. But every high-ranking monster has an exploitable racial weakness," I say, flashing a wicked smirk. Arlo spins his chair around, his jaw surprisingly tense. "You mean...like sexually harassing a Throne Angel?" I grin. He'd monitored my entire audio feed. "You threatened to kiss a giant, floating eyeball," Arlo mutters, aggressively crossing his arms and looking away.