Karathen Monster Novels & Stories

MARSAI'S POV "A fire stone? This is rare and can only be brought by..." Arnold paused, looking shocked "What's wrong?" I asked out of curiosity. "It's a fire stone and the only creature that is able to do this is the fire monster, the kraken." Arnold revealed. "What is a fire monster? It sounds creepy." I asked, looking at his reaction. "It is a mighty kraken that destroy our world in a minute. We have to prepare against the Kraken." Arnold said, slamming his hand on his face.

“Just because you can change your eye color to red, should I fear you?” She doesn’t answer me but just whispers, “Ache!” Before it feels like a drill pierces my head. “Aaaahhhh!” “Now are you beginning to understand? I am the one who was born on the night of the red moon, the monster of the forest and I will never be submissive to a weak one like you!” Kneeling in pain, when I hear those words, anger makes its way into me. I am the descendant of the great Alpha of The Moon Stone, Carter Darren! “You... are wrong...I…I am not... or weak! It will not be enough pain to bring me down.”

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

A wave of acidic, rotting stench rolled over the stadium. ​A Goliath-Arachnid—a terrifying mutation the size of a military transport wagon, covered in thick black chitin and dripping with corrosive green venom—skittered out onto the sand. Its eight multifaceted eyes locked instantly onto the bleeding, chained Alpha in the center of the pit. ​Kaelen had no sword. He had no armor. And the suppression cuffs meant he had no Lycan strength. ​The monster shrieked, rearing back on its hind legs, and charged.

Lifting her up, he showcases to everyone the first death by the hands of death wolf indeed. The death of a soul. Her body thrashes, to be only held up. Looking at her eyes, with those white ones. Char's soul gets sucked out of her body. Her body colour changes to pale white in few seconds. And that's it . Thora looses her grip and Char falls down. Dead. Chaos enters the place with everyone running around to save their lives. The monster of a girl standing in front of them, the evidence of the prophesy of the curse.

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

then a hulking mass heaved itself onto the shore—a monstrous thing, covered in glistening black mucus, its grotesque body pulsing as if it were breathing through its skin with disgustingly wet sounds. It let out another deafening roar, stretching its maw wide to reveal jagged, yellowed fangs, thick strands of saliva stretching between them. My stomach churned. "What the fuck is that?" Soren cried, staring in open horror at the mucus covered creature. The monster lunged. Before I could react, Kai was already moving. A raw, feral growl tore from his throat as he rushed forward, his entire body radiating sheer force. "Back the hell off, you ugly bastard!" he bellowed.

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

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. *********

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.