Kobold Novelas e Histórias

“Unfortunately, the last of my teleportation device was used. So we have to walk.” She hummed. “Is it far?” As she asked, she imagined the Hobbit movie in her head and their adventures. She wondered, would it be like that? “Yes, it is. But we have to stop in Flints for supplies. Else we’ll starve and never make it to Zona.”, he explained. He was leading Selena in the forest, looking out and being cautious for possible tigers. Flint was known as the place where huge tigers gather. “I should remind you that this place is very different from the other world. So whatever you see here, is something not ordinary.” He added. Telling her of these was the first step in knowing the dangers of Kósmima.

Shobek opened a portal and had moved back slightly; allowing the prowling creatures to wander in. The first one was a tall creature with long, scrawny legs like a gazelle but the main body was that of a pig's. Plump and round. The head was even more horrifying; it had the shape of a bulldog's head but its eyes were small and its mouth gaped open and was filled with teeth like an anglerfish. The color was a dark gray all around and I could smell it from where I was. I was yards away but the smell of rotting flesh and death was strong enough to reach me; causing me to cower back, gagging a few times before forcing myself to focus on Shobek. I covered my face with the small hand towel I kept wi

I’m glad I don’t have to see this monster in motion. Footsteps sound behind us. I turn to see my dad and several Marines approaching across the parking lot. The Miracles are walking behind them. When they reach us, everyone’s eyes fasten upon the giant black carcass. “Holy crap!” Radar exclaims. “What the hell is that?” “It’s called a shelob,” I reply. “Kai killed it.” Dad studies the dead shelob for a moment and then turns to Kai. “Would our bullets have killed this thing?”

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

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."

Without any instructions, everyone swiftly asserted a defensive position. 'Deck Orders Guild doesn't fail to amaze me…' I should've been more focused. Even the naive-looking female Mage was also in a defensive stance, I could tell since an enchantment rune was imprinted at the tip of her staff. Just like that some armored Kobolds approached us with sheer caution. "Wait, is it a Beast? Dog?" I asked myself as they had the body of a chiseled man and a head of a wolf. I saw Hadeon’s eyes narrowed. It's obvious that he was assessing the situation. Moreover, it looks like the group of kobolds knew of our arrival.

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

[System Message: You have tamed the elite monster, the ] [System Message: The (Elite) has become (Tamed)] [Please give the a name.] Kirou sat down next to the giant creature that was lying on its belly and ran his hand through its coarse fur as he tried to think of a name for the creature. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind.

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.