Malzeno Monster Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

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. *********

​Standing beneath the pulsating beam of dark energy was Grand Archon Malakor-Prime. ​He was a terrifying sight: eight feet tall, clad in jagged armor forged from abyss-steel and void-crystal. His eyes were twin pools of endless black void, and in his right hand he held a massive, double-headed halberd that dripped with corrupted anti-mana. ​"So," Malakor-Prime rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stone. "The High Sovereign of Drakenhold and his calculating Empress have come to witness the end of their realm."

I shouted through the mind link. “They’re everywhere!” Bryan snarled. “Where the hell are they coming from?” “They’re Melanie’s new pets,” Hardin growled. “Experimented monsters, half rogues and half demons.” Another hunter lunged at me with a flaming blade. I ducked, rolled, and slammed into him, breaking his ribs with one hit. The blade fell, cutting into the ground where I had just been. Bryan’s wolf howled, a sound that shook the forest. His fangs found another throat, and he tore it apart with a satisfying crack.

From the corner of my eye I saw the trolls flinch and take a step back. “What we found,” said Zane enthusiastically, “is that monsters have a weakness to certain metals.” “Like werewolves and silver,” said Maurice. “Right,” said Zane. “Only we’ve never encountered a werewolf, so I don’t know if that particular myth holds true here. Anyway, it’s mainly trial and error. Goblins can’t handle copper. Lizardmen get totally fucked by bronze. Some of these have been known for a while, but others were only recently discovered. By us.” He grinned, clearly very pleased with himself.

My wolf inside me stretches as the pack begins to grow. I look at Caleb with his face paling and his eyes widening. I look over at the black cycles. My gun is still there. Caleb doesn’t have his gun either. Staring at the guns, something inside me clicks, werewolves don’t use bullets. Someone set us up, and that someone is still around watching our every move. "Back off Dana!" A buff, shimmering dark-skinned male appears from a building to the right. I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

“Let’s skip the formalities, shall we? Just call me Jones. Everyone else does.” I nodded my head again, but didn’t say anything. He waited for me to speak for a moment and then he gestured to the inner office. “Shall we?” I followed him in and took a seat. He slid a very thick folder over to me. “You will find all the information I have in here. The pack is located in the Munshore Valley which is over the mountain over there.” He waved his hands towards the north. I would have to ask the driver to point it out to me.