Gungeon Monster Blood Novels & Stories

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.

it said suddenly, very flatly, "I'll never betray my kind. The race of Zombies will remember this and my kind will hunt you down and kill you themselves." "Bold. I like it," said Chu Xun coldly. He opened a hand and purplish flames erupted in the center of his palm and everyone could feel the temperature of the surrounding rising palpably. Chu Xun flicked and shot two little wisps of purplish flames at the monster's mangled leg. Sizzle! Black smoke began to rise as flames engulfed the monster's leg, leaving nothing remaining – not even its bones. "ARRGGGHHH!" the monster shrieked with harrowing pain.

The result made her freeze. Usually, werewolf blood turns a deep red and stabilises, but this time it was different. This sample's colour reacted violently within a second of touching the medium. It sparked with an unnatural golden sheen. Additionally, the automatic sensors on the reaction table lit up, indicating an extremely high energy intensity.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger. “Take the ones left, I’ll go right. Azea, the ones up front are yours.”, he said before rushing at them. They seem agitated and start rushing at him too. “Blood Art: Blood Mist.” A dark red mist covered them as he entered. Since it was just blood, it gave him the exact position of everything in the mist. He started firing at all of them, hearing them screech continuously as his blood ate away at them. He made quick work of them as they couldn’t sense where he was. They’re weaker than I expected. Is that–

One shot of light caused the affected body part to immediately perforate and penetrate the body part behind it. In the matter of a few breaths, Zhou Fu witnessed hundreds of flashes of light having punched holes in the enemy's body to make the body like a bag filled with blood pierced by needles. A blood-red gush of blood shot out brutally from the Blood Moon Killer Cultivator's body. Then, everything went silent. *** “Brother Zhou! Let's hurry away from this place!”

It hit right between the monster’s eyebrows. After that, the sword slashed downwards, and it directly split the monster's head into two halves. Samuel was going to split Mount Hua with force. Rumble! With a loud noise, the monster fell into the sea of blood and stopped breathing. The color of the sea of blood also began to change slightly at this time. "Now is the time. Get down quickly!"

Dark energy blades appeared in their hands. They attacked from all directions at once! "WIND WALL!" I waved my arms in a circle. A strong gust of wind spun around me, knocking them back! But they were tough. They got up again and again. They didn't feel pain like humans. They were like mindless puppets driven by hunger. One of them managed to get close and scratched my arm! SLASH! "Ah!" I cried out in pain. Blood started to drip from my arm. The monster licked the air, smelling my blood.

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.