El Monstruo Milton Novels & Stories

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”

As they were disciples of the sect who fought with monsters, they were also very puzzled. Why was there an extra monster with the guy who defeated the Blue Feather Sect Winston so miserably in the last round? Besides that, his monster was a little white pig that they had never seen before. Some of the keen Fauna Imperial Sect disciples even discovered that the little white pig looked at their monsters with eyes full of affection, as if it looked at some delicious food, which made people's hair stand on end.

He said and walked towards the door. “She said I was an abomination.” Milton turned around slowly when he heard my voice again. “She said my kind should be dead,” I told him, a little worried as I recalled now and realized that she was sacred by me. “Does this have anything to do with the red moon you mentioned?” I asked him. Milton didn't answer my question. Instead, he walked back to the bed and kissed my forehead. “You've had a stressful day. Get some sleep. We'll talk when you wake up.”

Milton was that bastard's name, and from their conversation, it seemed like he was Monet's right hand. A hiss left my lips as those ropes bit my skin due to my tugging at the knots on my hand. My hands were tied on the armrests of the wooden chair. "I swear, you guys are going to repent! My people will find me soon and then I will see what your dear boss does." I glared at them. While Zion stayed calm, rage flashed through Milton's eyes. "His dream to take revenge on us will never come true!" "Be quiet!" Milton snapped. "Shut your mouth or I know how to do it!"

Worse, I laughed and sank my teeth into her arm, biting until it was torn and bleeding. When she tried to eat, I grabbed her plate and threw up into it. When she did laundry, I threw up into the washing machine. The crowd erupted, cursing me, saying I didn't deserve to live. But I just stood there, lost. I had no memory of any of this. I never did any of it. I couldn't speak. I couldn't write. All I could do was shake my head over and over. Even my mother hesitated. "Ophelia, why don't I remember any of this?"

This was far more than anything they could take, and they were close to losing their minds. Monstrous howls rang through Millerton. It was unclear how many people had been bitten to death by their companions now. Wilbur was even willing to assume that these people were evolving through feasting on each other. If he were to let this go on, all of Millerton would be destroyed and a monster would come out of this capable of ruining everything, hellbent until it took over the world. "Please, please save us!" Sandy covered her face, sobbing as she screamed with all her might.

I replied and walked to him. “You okay?” I asked. He nodded and smiled. “Just a scratch.” The others carted off what we needed and then Came back inside. “That's everything,” Dusty said. I nodded and was about to turn to Jasper when I heard the sound. The soft hiss of a mologon. “What?” Sonny asked. The lights in the stall immediately began to flicker and a shadow leaped past one of the aisles. “A monster,” I replied. Mologons were creatures that hunted in packs and where there was one, you could expect a good thirty more.

Jevro said as he walked towards the exit. When I looked back at Alistair, the man was smiling as he slightly waved his hand to say goodbye to me. I just nodded my head in response before I followed Jevro. "According to the report that Alfonso received, the monster that is currently attacking is an Acon. The body of the acon is that of a Lion, the tail is round at the end with thorns, the head is that of an eagle and has wings. " Jevro gives details as I follow him.

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.