Malzeno Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

Caius helped her up, his grip firm. Thoren turned to Morgana. "How did they find us so quickly?" Morgana’s expression was grim. "Lucien. The crystal wasn’t just a message—it was a beacon. Malakar now knows exactly where we are." Then—the forest erupted. Dark shapes surged from the forest’s edge, their eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger. Malakar’s wolves. They were no longer the majestic, noble beasts that had once roamed the lands of Valenwood. These creatures were twisted, corrupted by his dark influence, their bodies contorted and grotesque. Some were barely recognizable as wolves, their fur matted and their claws elongated, sharp as daggers.

"Who is that?" ​"Malakor the Defiler. The primordial beast who ruled the continent before the Moon Goddess cursed him into the subterranean prison. The stories say he didn't just shift into a wolf—he was a monster twice the size of a castle, driven by nothing but an insatiable hunger to consume the souls of his own kind," Kaelor said, his jaw tightening into a rigid, defensive line. ​"The history books said he was dead. They said his line was completely erased." Lysander obsidian eyes flashing with dark realization.

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”

But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold. And there, at the center of the bone circle, stood the Monster. It was ten feet tall, a nightmare of shifting geometry. It had the shadow of a wolf, but its limbs were made of the same silver liquid as Julian’s eyes. It didn't have a face, just a vertical slit of violet light that bled static into the air. "Kael?" I stepped forward, the dagger held low.

Right now, she was giving me second thoughts for this rendezvous. “He was, indeed. In fact—” My words were sharply cut in. “TAKE THE FUCKING LEFT, NOW!” The man in the shotgun seat yelled at the driver, making both of us steer our attention, as the tires screeched. Mia leaned forward, concerned. “Luca, what happened?” “There’s something wrong,” he informed. “The phones don’t have the network. The radio signals are jammed. I am taking the shortest route to the mansion.”

Lindon and the others felt stunned to witness the miracle, leaving them utterly speechless. Hans gasped and he could not stop trembling. Wilbur stepped next to the dead body of the sea monster. He retrieved the historical halberd and tossed it back to the demiplane. Then, he smashed the dead body into bits with one punch before grabbing something. There was a basketball-sized, blue-colored monster core in his hand. The monster's core looked just like the sea with a clear and pure blue color. There was blue iridescence spinning inside, forming countless runes that emitted terrifying and powerful energy.

One of his companions scoffed and mumbled under his breath something we could not hear. “Firstly, my name is Ezra, not Omega. Secondly, it is none of your concern how I am. You clearly have not cared at all over the last few months how I am doing so why start now. I would like to ask you for a rejection so I can either die or move on with my life. If you will not give me one then I will wait until I can feel the mate pull and reject you myself.”

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.

She was bloodied and badly wounded but Chloe could feel that she was still alive. The shadows didn’t hesitate. They lunged forward, moving like ghosts as they charged at the creature. The creature let out a enraged shriek that was so loud Chloe thought her eardrums might burst. But still, the wolves carried on, unaffected by the inhuman sound. Something about the shadows charging it down clearly unsettled the mysterious monster because it was off of its victim in an instant darting off into the forest without a trace. It’s time for you to go back, your majesty Another voice echoed through Chloe’s mind. You have been here too long.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.