Klemit Monster Novels & Stories

The monster was required to tell its victim its core rules. And those rules came in three parts. Being killed by the monster triggers a loop. The loop has a limit on the number of cycles. The monster can take human form. Three rules, neat and precise. As for the "extra" rule it had told me—that it could alter memories—that was nothing but a lie. The logic was simple. If every loop erased my memory, the monster had absolutely no need to tell me about the loop at all.

"Damn it! That's the first sign of the Feral Curse! She's going to turn!" "No! NO!" Chloe shrieked hysterically. "I don't want to be a monster! Liam, save me!" Liam's face went deathly pale. He lunged for the supply crate, tearing through it. "The medkit! Where's the medkit?" "It's useless," I said calmly. "Standard meds are useless against silver-scaling." Liam whirled on me, a mad fire in his eyes. "Then what can? There has to be a way!"

Perhaps due to the primal possessiveness deep in the soul, Kael would spare no cost to meet the other me's demands. Including deceiving me, killing our long-awaited child. However, every time, the surgery would end in tragedy. In the first life, because I trusted Kael deeply, I naively thought the child was really deformed by silver toxicity. So I lay on the stone bed in despair, thinking this was a choice I had to make. The result was severe infection and massive bleeding caused by the surgery, and I died miserably after struggling in the Healer's hut for half a month.

I look at him one last time and face the monster in front of me. The monster was white a big white monster and he had a lot of big eyes on his whole body, his horn in his head was three big and longhorns, his nose was long as well and his skin was crinkle and ugly. He has a sword in his back and it's different from the other sword because it's black. “Watch out for the monster that has a black sword weren’t the friendliest creature and his sword was dangerous, anything could be cut by that sword turns into a monster, and would be his minion, for the rest of your life.” that was what Remiel said.

The vines wrap around its wrist, and Ophelia yanks it downwards. The pillar monster moves, and Leita uses that opportunity to swing towards the left ear. With her crossbow, she shoots an arrow right into the spot behind the ear. The pillar monster roars in agony, and its balance starts to wane. As Leita hops off onto Kiran’s shield, the monster comes down, falling on the other dead pillar monster, smashing some of it with the impact. “It does work,” Hunter utters in an incredulous tone. “How did we not figure this out earlier?”

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

It's like the lock on my powers had been completely opened. My winged monster was shaped like a pegasus but unlike the pegasi, it had two curled multi-colored horns, bright red eyes, and black wings, its mane was like red smoke from a fire, and its body was black with red on its snout. It was intimidating and beautiful. I dubbed it Mivaeria. After its hunger had been curbed, I clambered onto its back. "Take me to N.A," I whispered.

Inside lay the morning's accessories. "Damien," Zeke said, gesturing him forward. Damien stepped up, his eyes already darkening with anticipation. Zeke reached out and unbuttoned Damien’s dress shirt just enough to expose his chest. He took two metal clover clamps, connected by a silver chain. He pinched Damien’s left nipple, rolling it to hardness before attaching the clamp, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man. He repeated the process on the right side, the chain dangling cold against Damien’s skin. Next, Zeke reached for a sleek, black silicone plug. "Turn around and bend." Damien obeyed, bracing his hands on his knees. Zeke lubed the plug efficiently, circling Damien’s rim once before pus

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.