Karathen Monster Novels & Stories

His eyes resembled those of a wild reptile and burned with green fire. “What are you?” I hissed, taking a cautious step toward him. “Dearon… He's Dahak…” Kaira's weak voice sounded. “The Dark… Demon.” I locked my eyes on hers and saw how terrified she was. The creature inside Jarith's body looked over his shoulder and snorted. “Thanks for the introduction, love.” I growled at the endearment. It sounded like something that could have slipped through Jarith's lips, but the voice that said it was soaked in darkness and filled with venom.

All challengers are strongly advised to: • Keep the GPS device (provided in your kit) on your person at all times. • Follow the designated GPS routes strictly. • Avoid restricted areas unless specifically authorized. Warning: Intentionally deviating from assigned paths will result in instant disqualification. MONSTER CATEGORIES Creatures are ranked Level One (easiest) to Level Nine (most dangerous). • Level Nine: Dragonkin — Aithon, the Ancient Serpent. This legendary creature has been sealed in a classified location for over two centuries. Direct engagement is strictly prohibited. • Level Eight: Extremely high-risk creatures. Solo engagements are not recommended. Forming temporary alliances

The purple flesh didn't bleed; it exploded into a fine, gray powder that smelled of burnt sugar and old paper, the creature’s massive body collapsing onto the tracks in two separate, lifeless pieces. The remaining monsters stopped their harvest, their multiple rows of teeth twitching as they felt the sudden, violent termination of their pack mate’s frequency. They turned as a unit, their violet eyes locking onto the bleeding American girl who stood between them and their food. From the top of the entrance stairs, Kaden let out a roar of absolute fury as he saw her surrounded. He abandoned his position, his massive black form hurtling down the length of the platform, but he was too far away.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

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.”

Kenneth looks at the young man. "Peter, come with me." Peter nods and the two of them go to the rooftop to see Carson. "Sir, there it is." Kenneth takes the binoculars and looks through them. He shudders when he sees the hunter. The hunter, a creature from another world. With a compact diamond-shaped body, they had four long sharp legs, each one able to pierce and cut steel with almost no effort. They had no eyes but they could see in any direction, giving them omnipresent vision. They glowed with a menacing purple color.

"Yes, that monster has been in this place for almost two weeks and everyone who tried to kill it was swallowed alive. As I said, its name is Hydra and we have no idea where it came from!" Alexander drew his celestial sword to prepare himself. Charlotte also unsheathed her katana and it was obvious that she was not used to handling it. "Just use your magic to control your katana from this distance, it's too dangerous if you approach that sea monster!" Charlotte immediately took out her magic wand to control her katana. Alexander put his two finger to his lips and whistled. The sea monster popped out again and opened its mouth to devour them. Alexander grabbed Charlotte by the waist and quickl

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.

The moment my mother stepped out of the courtroom, she was taken straight to a hospital. Panic flashed across her face. "What are you doing?" The doctor didn't answer. He calmly injected anesthesia, then pulled out a chip. "Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off."

(Radian) “There’s 3 of their unique Products that we need..that nobody knows that perhaps the entire world also needed….1 is the Great Southern Wasteland Standard Monster Core output, 2 is the Monster Called Flavoured Beholder, a Unique monster that is native and only existed in that place…And third is the Monster called, Doll of Hatred…these 3 things is most essentials to us…that no matter what Aeternum need to monopoly all of it..”.