Kaiju Maker Novels & Stories

Maika. She was on her way to find the monster he dispised the most. Kai. His polar opposite and arch enemy. "If he finds her, he will fall for her," he mumbled. "They all will." Using his powers he viewed her current location. She was undressing before the most perverted of the bunch. The teenager. He had the face of an angel but the mind of a devil. Eigen knew him well - being as he was the program that had created all of them. From the tiniest blade of grass to the most complex of the higher beings. Gods. He had created the lot using only his code and his wits.

“Daddy, I-I love you but you fought with Mama Lyana… s-so please, bring her back so me and Jarvis won’t have to leave—” “I don’t wanna stay here anymore, Chanty,” Jarvis said firmly, shaking his head. I looked at him, catching the way he wiped his tears. “You might hurt my Mama again, that’s why I don’t wanna stay here. Even if there’s ice cream and yummy food, I don’t care. I don’t need ice cream—as long as my Mama doesn’t cry, that’s enough. So I don’t wanna stay here ‘cause you always make my Mama cry. I’ll find her, and we’re not coming back.”

"A kind shopkeeper just informed me that you're in need of a set of knives" Kalista frowned up at Jade. What did he need knives for? "Indeed," Jade agreed, his eyes trained on the man. "Who are you?" "My name is K, but everyone calls me Kai," the man said and he smiled cheerfully. "I am a swordsmith, maker of the peculiar daggers" ... Daily updates will begin now. Please vote for the story as you read as an encouragement. Lots of love.

His claws slid free, fur rippling beneath his skin as his body prepared for violence. Whatever this was, it wasn’t human. And it wasn’t one of Hale’s Hunters. The shape shifted again, dragging itself into a pool of weak, reflected light. Metal threaded through flesh. Not machinery bolted on, but grown in—ribs reinforced, spine braced by steel braces embedded deep into muscle. A face turned toward them, blank and unfinished, eyes reflecting nothing. A construct. A survivor. Or something built from both. Kiera’s breath caught. “I remember this,” she sent, horror flooding the bond. “They sent it after the ones who fought back. To collect what was left.”

Kai desperately needed a distraction before he actually punched a hole straight through the stone wall. Kai sat up slowly. He leaned his thick elbows directly onto his knees. He looked over at the wooden table. "What exactly are you looking at over there, Kol?" Kai asked roughly. He dragged a shaky hand directly through his dark hair. Kol ignored their feral moods. He picked up his metal tweezers again. He pointed the sharp silver end directly at the white model sitting on the table. It was a giant, sprawling fortress. It had tall glass walls, hidden courtyards, living spaces, and enclosed gardens.

Vrethie said, reading off the watch subtitles. "It was?" Miaka asked, full of wonder but devoid of memories. She had no memory of a set of parents she knew had once existed - in another time and space. For this was not Earth - not really. Everything around them was AI generated from a sleeping state. That sleeper watched them now in silence. His name... EK ... Or Earth Killer. He popped up to say a quick hello. "Can I have my pills?" Miaka asked - almost pleading. Her voice turned from a plea to a whine.

Soundhound said confidently. The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie. “Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle. “Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the compliment.” Out of the black hole marched two, seven-foot-tall Kaiju with humanoid bodies, goat-like faces, and giant sharp claws. That strange symbol that the two workers came across was engraved on each of their left arms. “Oh, please don’t let my associates intimidate you, fine gentlemen. We’re not here to kill you just yet,” he reassured.

“You dare—” “I dare point out you’re a terrible artist!” Kairi cut in, his voice ringing with contempt. He picked up the thread instantly. “A masterpiece? This?” He swept a hand around the chamber. “It’s a tomb, not a gallery! It’s a monument to your own fear, not her beauty! Your ‘flawless conceptual shaping’ is just emotional taxidermy!” “You insect—” the Maker spat, raising a hand. The air around Kairi began to solidify, to squeeze.

He then buffed his chest proudly and punched it as he bragged, “That’s right. I am Kaiser Conrad, the one and only blacksmith of Maplewood.” He’s a 3D painter, actually. However, the part of him stating that he’s a blacksmith has a slight truth in it. Kaiser specialize in creating arts with a 3D pens of weapons from fantasy series and animations. A few days ago while I randomly scrolled the I*, I saw him posting about his creations of the hilt of a swrord in his I* story. The design itself piqued my interest, that’s why I immediately contacted him and asked him whether he took commissions or not. Fortunately he’s open for comission only for me because he’s in a mood to create something. I re

Amelia said with a chuckle and Elliot frowned slightly “If I’m too superstitious, how about the god that gave you your powers, is he also a myth?” Elliot said with a sneer and Amelia was rendered speechless, the awkward silence persisted for a few moments then all of a sudden the earth began to tremble beneath them, it was lightly at first but the intensity began increasing till it got to a stage where they couldn’t even stand firm and they fell to the ground, the tremor continued for a few minutes then all of a sudden the ground erupted several metres from their current position and a giant creature crawled out of the earth, its massive body snapped trees in half and the earth was upturned