Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Each of them realized that they needed a little quietness at times like these. In just a day, the kingdom had lost countless soldiers, as well as civilians at the hands of monsters – which weren't even monster grande. According to the info provided by Dylan, there is a term "monster grande" which refers to a monster that is bigger, fiercer, and intelligent and is the biggest threat to mankind. The numbers were still few, but no one ever knew when they would be able to double their numbers and enter the Haddad Kingdom.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

I asked as she slowly moved to the door. “The mind is a tricky organ. My Zio Damon and cousin Alexander are healers by gift and have studied medicine to be the best doctors in our pack. And even they will admit the way the mind functions is hard to predict and truly understand.” She explained, pushing the door open further for the three of us to walk through. “Add in that this is because of evil magic, and you find yourself in a situation where there are many variables and no true constants.” Katrina sighed. “Now, where are we?” She frowned as we stepped out into a forest.

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.