Khaos Monster Novels & Stories

That person was Chase! "These monsters are horrifying." Chase looked down and saw a bloody thread run through both the monsters' chests. One of them was a snake-like monster while the other had eagle-like claws. It looked like a Flood Dragon.

It can be judged from this fact alone on how unimaginably vast the Void was. "And then comes those monsters bred by Chaos itself." Tristan scoured the old man's memory and acknowledged the only special body that the void has birthed other than the Primal Author. The Chaos Monsters were maleficent creatures that wished only for mayhem and destruction. Alas, The Primal Author also used these hapless distorted invaders to serve a cause into his cycle of life. "You really were a wise old fool." Tristan could not help but shake his head at this point. Perhaps he was the only one who knew the ugly truth of the Primal Author's creative manipulations.

The air around him seemed to ripple and distort as if reality itself was bending to accommodate his will. A wave of dark energy surged forth, crashing against Ronan and Dynaris like a tidal wave. The two dragons stumbled back, their flames faltering as they struggled to withstand the onslaught. Khaos took advantage of the reprieve, his armor reforming and solidifying as he prepared to launch a counterattack. But while he was distracted I watched in horror as my boys shifted, attacking Khaos with their Venom, paralyzing him as Dynaris and Ronan finished him off.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

He says stubbornly. I can feel myself trembling as he raises his hand to my face, his eyes pleading with me not to reject me. I want to give in to his touch so much but I know how excited Aurora can get when humans are close, especially when she's craving their blood. Right now I can hear his heartbeat, his breathing and the way his blood is pulsing. The monster inside of me is trying very hard to get out and I just can't let her get to Sky. "Sky please." I beg but I don't know what I'm begging for. I don't want him to go but I need him to, for his own sake.

called Yue Hongbo suddenly, "Look at this." Chu Xun took over the thickset tome and saw the opened page depicting a hideous monster resembling a horned-unicorn with sharp fangs and a coat full of fur as hard as needles. Its hind limbs were thick but strong while its forelimbs were short, but clawed. "Horned Nightmarish Beast," Chu Xun read the name of the monster out loud. This race of powerful monsters was known to be bloodthirsty predators with an unquenchable yearning for carnage. But as far as he knew, Horned Nightmarish Beasts had been extinct for millennia.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.