Malzeno Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

*Tjalfe* Although darkness reigns behind the houses, it is easy to find the victim. The child’s screams drive Saren forward, and the fire blazes furiously in his hand. He finds the child just as life leaves the body. Like a breastfeeding infant it lays the arms of a Bakorsha, whose teeth sit deeply buried in the child’s thighs. With an insane scream, Saren sends a long beam of fire towards the monster. The heat is so high that it instantly sets both the Bakorsha and the child corpse on fire.

"She is right. I can feel the monsters in every entrance. She didn't just made her explanation up. And it's true that the monsters are also reacting to your presences. Now conceal your presences before I force you to." The hunters immediately shut their mouths and concealed their presence. Mr. Ambrose, who is facing the backs of Hunter Seolurrie and Hunter Max, smiled. Mr. Ambrose didn't know why he was always smiling when it comes to the two of them, he thought that maybe he found the two of them adorable? But at the end Mr. Ambrose just shook away the thought and told himself. 'There are only four people who can make the best hunters in our country shut their mouths up even without telling

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

The scream died halfway in the purple mushroom monster’s throat as it collapsed onto the ground, squirming in agony at the poisoned attack to its most vulnerable spot. Zen smiled in satisfaction at the new discovery not included in Hernie’s research notes. Although these flying variants had tougher exterior armour, they had the same soft-bodied stems as every other mushroom monster he knew. Zen might not have the power to break that armour, but with the right timing and angle, it was possible to deliver a critical hit. The poisoned purple mushroom twitched and gurgled. Zen slowly came out of his hiding spot, alarming the puffball monster that almost became food to the forest bully.

Then another. But their weapons... they shine. Every strike leaves a burn mark across his skin that doesn't heal right away. I'm paralyzed with fear. So terrified that all I can do is hide and watch. When the last hunter hits the ground, silence hangs heavily in the air. Kaziel stands in the middle of it all, his chest heaving. His skin is streaked with shimmering burns that pulse faintly gold. They look like cracks in a porcelain. Slowly, he turns to look at me, and the air freezes in my lungs.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Tendrils of black vapor curl and twist around its jagged silhouette, hissing softly as if the chair itself is alive, hungering for something just out of reach. Malachi’s appearance is no less commanding. His skin, a deep obsidian, glistens faintly, intricate runes etched across its surface. They pulse dimly, shifting like molten lava beneath the surface. His horns arch back from his brow in smooth, gleaming curves. Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity.