Gluttonous Monsters Novels & Stories

The ground trembled beneath them. The demon gator’s mate emerged from the trees with a roar so deep it cracked the plantation’s windows. Its massive body was even more grotesque than its fallen mate’s—scaled flesh twisted into unnatural ridges, dozens of glowing eyes scattered across its skull like lanterns in the dark. Horns jutted at impossible angles, and its enormous maw split wide to reveal rows of jagged, crystalline teeth dripping black venom. Smaller monsters skittered around its legs—spindly, pale horrors, all teeth and claws, hungry for blood.

Philip asked, “What’s this meteorite?” Fennel frowned and said, “If I’m not mistaken, it’s not a meteorite but a living creature from the other shore—a monster. In the Graben Abyss, everyone who has experienced the final trial of the king of disciples has to face countless monsters. Thus, they develop rapidly in the fights with them. These monsters hatch from meteorite-like stones like this, suck the blood of humans, and devour human flesh to complete the stage of evolutionary growth.

“Your memories… they’re back?” Gluttony shrugged, biting into the burger again. “Yep. Vacation’s over.” He gestured to the battlefield. “And damn, you all throw the best parties.” The Sins stared at him. Greed cursed. Lust rolled her eyes. Pride smirked. Sloth blinked slowly, unimpressed. Lilith just smiled. Gluttony stretched, bones cracking. “Alright, kiddies. Let’s clean up this mess before master and his mate which I just heard of, comes back from hell."

“Bonds complicate things when time stretches endlessly. Most of us form companionships. We feed, we part. We keep emotions out of it.” Leonidas’s brow lifted slightly. “And feeding? Is it always from humans?” I laughed. “You ask that like I’m going to confess something terrible.” “Well?” “No, not always. There are blood banks. Synth options. Rituals. Feeding doesn’t always mean fangs to the neck. We’ve evolved, despite what the stories say.” “But you’ve fed from humans before,” he said. Not a question. An observation. I met his gaze. “Yes.”

Everyone wanted to watch me instead. Daniel looked like he wanted to call Chloe for backup, but she was grinning at the gift revenue flashing on her screen. As far as she was concerned, anyone who made money was fine, especially since I was earning more than Daniel. Despite my stomach protesting, I finished the mango pudding and the layered mango cake. However, Daniel didn't show a single reaction. In the past, he would have broken out in hives after just one bite of mango. Damn it. The transfer system was one-sided.

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

Even though they could just find a metal for their defence and stab it firmly at the monsters lower part-their reproduction system, so the monsters will die in the next second as their blood will their body accompanied by the soul of thinking they have lost their treasure. Nobody knows how many times this news for help had been repeated but there are no single S levelled heroes and Sotiras who came to fight the monsters that were constantly engaging killing of humans that get in their way. It was destined to have blood shedding the ground as no one, no one ever have, gone to rescue them. Warning! Gory Scenes can be seen everywhere as the monsters who is chasing the fleeing humans from it, ha

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

Envy: hollow and ravenous. The ground groaned as Gluttony emerged—bloated, lips wet and stained, each breath a wet wheeze. Their robe writhed, bulging as if something inside still fed. A belt of gnawed bones clinked at their waist. They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled.

“I didn’t know that we can have monster meat as food.” “Of course, they can.” Aran answered. “Although it’s common to use poultry and livestock as gourmet ingredients, some monsters can be used as ingredients also, like the giant chicken of the highlands, or the massive clam of the deep sea. It’s not common, but it’s not impossible also.” “I see.” I let that newly gained information sink in. Since the time Wolfgang group captured the Polbit, an idea had been staying inside my mind, but I wasn’t sure if this idea would work. But seeing that woman selling the grilled meat made me sure of one thing.