Malzeno Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. ​"He does if he can hear it," Malakai countered, looking up. "The 'Beast Mode' didn't go away after London. It evolved. In London, he was the key. Here... on this volcanic island, with all this natural geothermal energy... he’s the power plant." ​He handed me the tablet. ​On the screen was a fragmented data-packet he’d managed to skim from the Hunter’s suit before it disintegrated. Most of it was corrupted, but one file remained—a high-resolution image of a vintage brooch. A silver rose, its petals tipped with obsidian thorns.

Kaela, across from me, didn’t move, but I felt her muscles coil, the way wolves do when they’re waiting for the first excuse to strike. Smart of them. You don’t survive this long around vampires by letting your guard down. Morvain’s eyes drifted around the room slowly, soaking in the maps pinned along the stone walls, the marked borders of our contested territories, the blade mounted behind me. Blackened steel, ash-stained, one of mine. Old and unforgiving. I’d placed it there on purpose. “You always were... thorough,” he said, making a vague gesture toward the room. Like he was complimenting a child’s artwork.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

Lena's grip on the talisman became more firm as the dark figures appeared in the haze, their movements deliberate and ominous. Although Damon's comments kept repeating in her head, she ignored them in order to concentrate on the current danger. “Who are they?” Kaden growled, stepping protectively in front of Lena. “They’re hunters,” Damon muttered, his tone unusually grim. “Mercenaries, likely sent by Zara. She must’ve caught wind of our plan.” The group's leader, a towering, scarred guy with gray eyes that seemed to pierce Lena's soul, walked forward. "Give me the talisman," he ordered in a tone that was emotionless and icy.

This creature, it was not there by accident. The room grew quieter as the wolf hesitated, his gaze flicking toward Sarai before returning to Hugo. “There was another wolf with it. A light brown wolf with a large black patch on its back. It fought like it was being trained—merciless and precise.” Hugo’s jaw tightened, the description igniting a storm of emotions within him. He exchanged a glance with Zeke, whose expression mirrored his concern. “Malrik,” Hugo muttered, the name dripping with disdain. “He’s building an army.”

Now I knew where the worst Youtubers had learned all their stupid clichés. The four ghost hunters looked like one of the rock bands Mom listened to, all of them wearing black from head to toe, and a hot macho frontman: Brandon Price, creator, executive producer and lead investigator of the show. Anything else in your spare time, dear? But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break.

He smiled softly and walked closer while speaking to us. "Right now, the Silent Meadows team will be subjugating a D-tier quest, with the intel we've got, this quest involves fast and quick monsters, sadly, there is nothing much available information about the boss aside from being an insect type monster, so we still need to be careful." "Azriel here will gather all the monsters as a runner while Gwyneth and Sahara protect him from incoming danger, Jigen, Galvin and I are responsible for killing the mobs." Oren explained.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Be it grandfather, parents as well as his two older brother and sister have really evolved very well. They no longer consume human blood. Being in the sun does not make their bodies burn and even glow. Animal blood is their main food, human food has also become one of their needs. Human blood is not very tantalizing in their sense of smell. However, again, Malia is an exception. "I could have killed her if you had come late." guessed Luca. After a long silence, Luca finally spoke up. And again he tried to blame himself. Even though nothing bad happened in any form, he still felt guilty.