Gungeon Monster Blood Novels & Stories

Allies healed for 50% of enemy damage dealt. - **Flavor:** Violet blood falls from storm clouds; smells like copper and regret. **New Active 2: Blood Hurricane (Lv. MAX)** - **Cost:** 100,000 MP - **Cooldown:** 10 min - **Effect:** Summon 500m-radius blood tornado (Pulls enemies in; 10,000 slashing/bleed dmg/sec; Shreds immortality). Allies inside gain +200% speed/healing; launches them as projectiles. - **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods.

I feel the depths of my stomach erupt and I feel like I'd barf anytime soon. "Mmmm. " Madre moans in satisfaction as she sucks from the blood dripping off the detached head. "Oh, Jesus. "Gabby mutters in fear as she takes my arm for support. I place my fingers over hers as I stare at the blood-sucking monster. "This! Is the end of your rebellion!" She screams as she throws his head up in the air and perfectly pins it to the wall above her with the sword she throws at it which slices through his nose. Causing more blood to flow down like a broken tap.

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

The city rises from the last of the dusk like a fortress built from old bone and bad dreams. The walls are the color of cured leather, the gate towers blackened from a recent siege. At the outermost checkpoint, we are met by a row of guards in livery faded to a muddy ochre, their boots and blades dusted with the same ash that has trailed us since the Wound. Above them, banners hang in limp festoons: some in mourning black, others in the garish gold and blue of victory. They clash against each other, visually and ideologically—a city that cannot decide whether to grieve or to gloat.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

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.