Karathen Monster Novels & Stories

"You're such a liar, it's true that I shouldn't believe you." I grumbled as I looked at Aubrey walking ahead, for some reason, but Aubrey quite liked to be ahead of me no matter where it was but because when she was with me Aubrey always felt safe, that's why He is very confident as he moves forward. We are walking in the heart of hell, a dark hell that all humans do not wish to visit. After the encounter with Charon, I felt like I was no longer afraid of anything, going to hell was not so scary as in my imagination. I laughed, a few minutes ago we had a life-and-death fight with Charon and fell from a height that even I don't know how many meters to the bottom of hell. Actually, this is not

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

realizing his mistakes, Hayr agreed. The duo rush and lift the lifeless body of Motis "remember this, we shall return." Subsequently, they run fast to flee. ------------------------------------------------------- Afterwards, Matilda exited the room, "Hmm? What happen?" Matilda ask. She's been away for almost fifteen minutes. "Oh, nothing" Zia replied with a smile. "So what is it? That Madden Cow?" Vic ask. "The monster you describe is a rare type of beast named 'Kabo'" "'Kabo' is one of the rare beast outside the city," she continued. "Lets discussed the monster system and calamity system and how they'd rank it based on the power level disaster."

Juan continued, "Aside from that, we've managed to get in touch with Drogoton and Novemton." "What's their situation?" "Sir Draco just left Drogoton this morning in search of a man called Crutcher. Drogoton also encountered a new species of monsters they’re calling minotaurs. These creatures’ bodies are as hot as lava, and bullets are ineffective against them. Drogoton is currently using large amounts of concrete and rebars to expand its walls. They told us to prepare ourselves to go up against these monsters. That's what I’m here about."

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

*Tjalfe* Although darkness reigns behind the houses, it is easy to find the victim. The child’s screams drive Saren forward, and the fire blazes furiously in his hand. He finds the child just as life leaves the body. Like a breastfeeding infant it lays the arms of a Bakorsha, whose teeth sit deeply buried in the child’s thighs. With an insane scream, Saren sends a long beam of fire towards the monster. The heat is so high that it instantly sets both the Bakorsha and the child corpse on fire.

Black blood splattered across my face, hot and reeking of foul metal. Callum was right beside me. His telescopic staff spun fast, holding off two creatures at once. He smashed the knee of one, struck the temple of another—but these monsters weren’t like any enemy we’d fought before. They didn’t groan, didn’t scream. Even when bones shattered, they just kept moving, as if pain had been erased from their system. “What the hell are these things, Kaelan?!” Callum growled between blows. “They’re not from our world!”

She had been living under the same roof as that thing. "Calm down. It isn't a monster. It's the Almighty One," Hedeon said, sweating as he held her fast. "It helps me. Stop shouting. If anyone hears, we're both finished." "A deity? Who are you trying to fool?" Katarina cried harder, shaking. "That thing is a monster. It's bewitched you. Let me go. I'm calling the police!" "You cannot tell the police." His voice dropped into something cold and threatening. "Katarina, have I treated you badly? I gave you everything you wanted—the house, the money. And now you want to destroy me? Pretend you saw nothing. Otherwise—"