Dungeon Master Monster Legends Novels & Stories

☪ Author's Note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Please bear with me, because we bare bears. Just kidding…Enjoy! ☪ ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ [ Magia, a place with four great and mighty kingdoms and a living legend about the moon. The moon in this fascinating world is not only one, seven is the total number of it made by Bathala. However, many years have passed and only one is left to shed light on the region.

“They only have boss monsters. Are we going to defeat all of them with only five of us?” After the harrowing experience of fighting the gargoyle boss, Zen did not blame her. He wasn’t entirely sure about this dungeon’s difficulty level. However, he knew from the signs that there would be a grand total of five bosses. Four bosses were referenced to the mushroom monsters they encountered in the level, including the toadstool boss. However, the last boss made Zen slightly concerned. He saw Mandy’s memories and knew that the woman had special abilities even while she was alive. They might struggle a little if Mandy was the final boss.

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!" The entire room went silent. She carefully sliced it open with a blade. "It's a dual-layer implant. The outer layer is a standard emotional regulator, but inside… There's a memory alteration chip." Ophelia's face went pale. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. [Altering memories to influence the verdict? That's insane.] [So those scenes of Ophelia caring for Gabriel were all fake?] [Then who's the real monster here?] The judge's expression turned grave as he walked over to me.

(Veronica’s POV) Veronica’s dead, they call me the Crimson Rogue now. A story whispered across the badlands. A name that crawls into fireside talk when the night’s too quiet. Mothers use it to make pups behave. It’s funny how a lie becomes a legend if you feed it enough blood. I’ve fed it plenty. The Rogue King, Malik, and I have taken two smaller packs in less than a month. No drawn-out sieges. No grand battles. Just ruthlessness and obedience. The strongest of each we kept. The rest we buried.

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’

one of the members pointed to the blackened shadow that kept moving toward them up ahead "This is --- lower level low level magic beast wasp, lower level low level magic beast red ant, lower level low level magic beast yellow dish, hiss --- how so much" look at and the overwhelming magic beast Allen did not by and by sucked a mouthful of cold air, although they are all lower level low level, but this number of light to see let a person's scalp hairy numbness. ''Escape? Magic swordsmen and fighters are fine, but magicians must not be able to escape!''

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.