Magick And Monsters 소설 & 이야기

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

Evania could simply sound out her monolog underneath the quagmire of her thought, feeling as well as perception. Here comes the third monster in blue… Quite different with the black first and second monsters… Oh, God… What have I actually done today so that I can bump into three incredible and unbelievable monsters? Is this real? Oh, God… I can’t even tell apart which one is solely my imagination and which one is reality.

I hate how it doesn’t sound like a joke. Because that’s the problem with monsters— Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly. And they use it to their advantage. I don't even know why I'm not screaming and crashing tf out right now.

“Not a hug. A union. The Guardians’ power is strongest when bound together. One of you alone can wound a creature. Two of you can push it back. But when all of you stand as one—when wolf, dragon, phoenix, vampire, witch, and horse converge—you do not simply fight. You unmake.” Tora groaned, dropping her forehead onto her arms. “Why does everything have to sound like a riddle wrapped in a headache?” Cheyenne raised her hand like she was back in school. “Okay, can we try this again? Second-grade English, please.” Malrik gave her a look sharp enough to cut glass. Behind him, Charlie lifted both hands. “Told you,” He said blandly. With an exaggerated sigh, Malrik sat straighter. “Fine. Monsters

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

"Some of you maybe have come here once, while for some this might be the first time. So let me explain about this Monster lair contains small kinds of monsters such as goblins, orcs, trolls, gnomes, kobolds…and some other creatures. This place is sealed so that they won't step outside while still, the monsters being here is not good for humans. Everyone here has been practicing magic since they joined the school but never applied it practically. So today your practice will be practical. Everyone …should kill at least one monster and bring the energy stone inside them. Before going inside, you guys can summon your familiars and also take everything needed for a fight with you..." everyone sta

The sun was already overhead. The Lantian peak on the first floor of the Forsaken Fortress broke out in noise. It was early morning, and the day had not yet become noon. The sky was clear, with no clouds to block the warm rays of the morning sun. At that moment, the crowd of first-floor Hunters and Fighters left the Safe Zone, and charging towards the flat ground, they surrounded Magmar. As mentioned earlier. Magmar was a world monster whose appearance was very rare. Its body looked like a woman, but it had the body of a snake. Her health points were unreasonable - twenty thousand points.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

His body was a wall of heat and iron. "You're afraid that if you let go, you'll become the monster they all say you are," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But let me tell you a secret, little maid." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "The monsters are the ones who made you feel invisible. The monsters are the ones who bruise your skin." His voice dropped to a husky, dangerous whisper. "You are not the monster, Mira. You are the thing the monsters should be afraid of."