Dungeon Master Monster Legends Novels & Stories

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.

After all, no one knew my hiding spots better than I did. Sure enough, tucked away in familiar places, I found two more notes. [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.] [The monster is cunning and deceptive. It hides well and can take human form. But I suspect it can't kill at will. It must meet certain conditions first. I still haven't figured out what those conditions are.] These, too, were messages I had left for myself—warnings from past loops, reaching across death to keep me alive.

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.”

she said. "Child?" muttered Brizella. The girl then woke up. She picked up a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down. Her dream seemed to be a sign and a clue that she had to go back on an adventure to find the origin of her parents. "Mom, dad! I'll find you!" she thought. **** Meanwhile in the kingdom of Werewolfia, hundreds of wolf nations are training for the war in less than a month. They have also been fueling their energy with foods that are believed to bring them good luck in the war.

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.