Malzeno Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

His chest was as broad as a trunk, covered in thick, dark leather armor that was heavily scarred by claws and blades. His skin was a pale, weathered gray, and his long, wild black hair fell past his massive shoulders. But it was his eyes that stole the air from the room, they were huge, glowing spheres of a sickening, luminous yellow, exactly as Heidi had drawn. This was an old monster. He belonged to a mythic, forgotten bloodline from the old world, a time when wolves were monstrous giants who ruled the continents through absolute brutality. "Malphas," Oscar growled, his voice tight as he gripped his sword with both hands. The sheer size of the enemy made even the rugged mountain Alpha look

First room was the one that he brought me in a while ago, and the second one is this room where I am in. The monster department sent a total of 13 Malemyn which has 3 black stages, 4 red stages and 6 yellow stages Malemyn. I heard from Jevro that the flying monster called Sikriya. It is a monster with bird body but has snake head. It doesn't have unique power but it has venom and can fly with a high speed.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

The sun rose over the Southern Kingdom not in gold, but in a hazy, bruised purple—a reflection of the magic that had saturated the air during the night. The Hounds were gone, reduced to ash, but the message burned into the balcony floor remained as a grim reminder. Return the Seed. "They think you are an object," Malachi said, his voice a low vibration behind me. I turned to find him fully dressed in his war regalia—midnight steel etched with silver runes. "A battery they can plug back into their dying soil."

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

Malachi had brought hunters specifically trained to neutralize werewolves, using electrified nets and high-frequency sounds that numbed the pack’s minds. Silas and Kael were fighting a group at the main entrance, but they were being overwhelmed by Malachi’s technology. In the center of the yard, Dante began to lose control. The pain from the silver and the piercing noise were pushing his mind toward the abyss of irrational ferocity. He roared—a sound of pure agony that made even his own pack members recoil. Helena realized this was the moment. If Dante lost himself to the beast now, he would destroy friends and enemies alike. Ignoring the warnings of danger, she ran across the battlefield. D

Summer said to herself as she pulled a still disorientated Lennox down the dark hallway. “FUCK WHERE THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS COMING FROM?” Sabastian yelled, as he ripped the head off yet another monster. They ran into a mob of monsters as soon as they left out of the room the tunnel was in. The Hunters were firing weapons at the monsters not even noticing Shadow and Sabastian had come in the same way they did. The fear was written on all their faces. The doc the leader of the hunters was in a corner typing something into a computer as his men fought off the monsters that kept coming no matter how many they killed. There was five or six hallways that all had monsters coming out of each one.