King Monkey Miraculous Novels & Stories

Its big blue eyes held a mischievous glint as it smirked at me. “Ahh, mamma.” A startled shriek escaped my lips, and I instinctively sought refuge behind Alastair, my grip on his jacket tightening. "Save me from this white monkey. Please." My voice wavered with fear, my heart racing at the sight of the creature that was unlike anything I had ever encountered. White monkeys were rumored to be monstrous, and my panic surged.

I ask, my eyes finding who said that. "I am the inkpot monkey, beholder of secrets." I turned to my papyrus and then comes closer. The small monkey pops out from the papyrus, making a hole in it. I grunted when the papyrus was damaged. The monkey crawls out the paper and then watches me scrunch the paper. In my hands, I made a swing from my back and then made twirled my arms. I threw it into a trash can ten meters away. It bumped into the can's wall and drops inside the can.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

I clicked play. The image was grainy, taken from a thermal camera in a lab I didn't recognize. In the center of the frame was a glass tank. Inside the tank, a figure was suspended in a pale blue liquid. It was a man, his body covered in the same glowing violet veins as Killian. But it wasn't Killian. A voice spoke over the footage—cold, clinical, and unmistakably Adrian Moretti’s. "The Sovereign is a masterpiece, but he is not unique. The Origin Strain is a map, and we have found the destination. If the King refuses to kneel, we will simply replace him with a god who will."

I croak, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm back, Dove," he replies, his voice hoarse. All the heartaches of the nights I slept alone missing him crash over me, and I hug him once more, melting against his chest. "What happened? What did you offer the moon goddess? It's a miracle that I came back," he breathes, and I squeeze my eyes shut. "She took everything that makes me supernatural." He stiffens. "Everything?" "The sanctum, the vessel, and even my wolf. Now, I'm just pregnant plain Jane."

—the brain of the new world order. "Okay, Myra. Set up the transmitter," I said, my voice shaking. "We’re going to hijack the keynote feed. But the second I plug in, Victor is going to know exactly where we are." Meanwhile, in the Ballroom... Julian stood in the center of the gala, the holographic image of Victor towering over him. The eyes of every billionaire, scientist, and world leader were fixed on the "Monster of Owerri."

Everyone stood in stunned silence, watching Henry's miraculous work unfold before them. Having performed what seemed like an effortless gesture, his hand had produced astonishing results in just a single minute. He then gracefully withdrew his hand as if the feat had cost him nothing. Herwig was overjoyed to see Kurt's condition improved dramatically. He quickly expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Master, for your assistance!" The others were still taken aback by that title. The idea that such a formidable figure, an Earthly Immortal, was a servant to someone else was nearly inconceivable.