Malzeno Monster Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Dark hair. Silver at the temples when he used Crown power." My fingers immediately found the streak beside my face. I swallowed. "He had that?" "Not permanently." "But silver?" "Yes." For the first time since it had appeared, I didn't want the streak gone. "What color was his wolf?" "Nearly black." "Eyes?" "Silver." "Did he swear?" Marek stared at me. "Constantly." "Excellent." Soren laughed behind us. I ignored her. "Did he drink?" "Yes." "Favorite food?" "I have no idea."

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?"

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.

Hmmm… Renzo thought. “That got you thinking, right?” JD said with a smile. “Yeah. Didn’t expect that actually.” Renzo said still thinking. He glanced up and saw JD and Yosef grinning at him. “You two look weird. Stop doing that. I will talk to them after I talked to you guys.” Renzo told them. “Continue your report.” “The rifle I confiscated is an M24 rifle.” Yosef stated. Renzo looked at him. “An M24? They probably have contact on the U.S. military or someone is illegally supplying them with it. Look into that more.” He told Yosef.

He mumbled with a smirked, "Stupid fucker thought only he could get under other people's blind spots..." Soon, another notification popped into his head. [~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +11] [Gained Soul Crystal +5] [Gained Fire-based Affinity ] [Gained Soul-Armas (weapon-class): Cursed Arrow ]

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.