Karathen Monster Novels & Stories

Naraja: “Goddammit…..GODDAMMIT ALL!!!” After Naraja shouted out those words he tried to turn around to run away from the mysterious black human-like monster. To run away from this hellish nightmare. To get somewhere safe ‘n sound. Naraja just wanted to be free. To be free from all this pain. ???: “Fucking pathetic. And not so fast Naraja~.” The mysterious black human-like monsters’ arm extended after Naraja, slithered itself around him as a snake would to its prey and curled itself back to where it extended from.

Sarakuth said to the allied forces while grinning. Gradually, Sarakuth, who once looked like a normal human, changed into a winged monster with tremendous power that caused thunder, lightning, and darkening of the sky. Sarakuth attacked the members of the allied forces one by one. Despite having a big body, Sarakuth is still faster than them; the weight of gravity doesn’t matter for him because of the intensity of his strength. He first attacked the vampire Robert whom he immediately beheaded then the four grandbosses' whom he inflicted with a spiritual energy attack and they all disappeared without a trace.

The broadcast cut out with a sharp, metallic snap. "Elara, behind you!" Julian’s shout was nearly drowned out by a sudden, localized drop in temperature. From the shadows of the ferns, a figure emerged. It wasn't a "Void" soldier or a scientist. It was a creature of "Negative Sound"—a humanoid shape made of shifting, grey static that seemed to eat the noise of the clearing. Wherever it stepped, the crickets went silent and the leaves stopped rustling. Julian lunged forward, swinging his iron pry-bar, but the tool passed right through the creature’s chest like it was smoke. The "Shadow" let out a pulse of sub-audible frequency that sent Julian crashing into the dirt, his ears bleeding from th

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

The man looked around when the door opened and saw Alruna looking at them with great concern. "Monsters? I'm thinking wrong, aren't I?" Alruna asked and approached Kara and Curtis. Curtis explained that next month the rogues' hibernation would be over and they would likely be hungry, surely attacking more people. "Does that mean this barracks won't be safe next month?" Alruna asked and sat on the edge of the bed. Kara looked at her parents. "The monsters aren't from our kingdom. They're from outside the large gate." Curtis stopped and stood up. Curtis said it was impossible, what Kara was saying. Alruna held Curtis's arm.

Everyone went still. Kareth lifted his staff and started to chant in an old language that was banned in Silver More—one that the goddess had once made illegal. Dark runes floated in the air around Caelum, wrapping around his wrists, his chest, and his neck. “The symbols burned into his skin, giving him a strong ancient power.” “His bones made a popping sound.” “His back bent backward.” His scream bounced off the walls of the room, not because he was hurt but because he was really happy.

“Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.” Kofi shifted, pulling on his cigar. He didn’t argue. He’d seen too much to dismiss her words. The priestess laid the cards one by one, her blood-stained fingers trembling slightly. A skull. A bleeding sun. A wolf, shackled. Her voice dropped, heavy as earth. “He not stop. Obsession rot him deeper dan bone. He want blood to carry his name, a world bowed low. His hunger don’ sleep.” Then she flipped another card. Fire roared across the painted surface.

"*grrrr..." Several monsters immediately directed their intimidating gaze towards us. There were about two hundred monsters ahead of us. As I observed, they resembled black-skinned Minotaurs, each wielding a large axe in their right hand. They stood at around two meters tall, clearly stronger than the group of skeletons we encountered earlier. It seemed they also had the attribute of darkness—a Minotaur with the attribute of darkness. "*Slash..." "*Whoosh..." [Wind Arrow] [Light Arrow]

When he took in the nature of their foe, a chill passed over him. They were Moran’kaar. Randey struggled to push aside the dread that rose within him. Memories of his first encounter with one such creature still fueled his nightmares. They were as he remembered; a ghoulish, evil mockery of Minotaurs, with malformed features and loose flesh. They had to be sustained with Dark Magic. There was no other explanation, for they had the look of creatures long dead. Yet they moved with surprising speed. That was different, for the one Master Kolton and Sir Braedon had dispatched had not been so quick. Evidently that trait had been addressed by those behind their creation.

Zhu Wushang asked the remaining question. “Well.. that’s the crux of the problem. The reason why he caused this war is that he wanted to release a monster that we had sealed underground in the lower realm a long time ago. The same monster that turns many of us into dried husks. Its name is Gathanotoa from what I’ve remembered.” Hong Di paused a little for Zhu Wushang to digest the information and then continue.