Mlp Monster Novels & Stories

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

Max stumbled, nearly falling, his face pale with shock and rage. “Let me go!” Max shouted, jerking his arm, but the guard’s grip only tightened. Adriano turned slowly and looked directly at him. For a moment—just a very brief moment—Adriano froze. Max’s expression, filled with fear and hatred, reflected the same expression Adriano had the night he became an orphan. It pulled up memories he had buried deep, but he pushed them away just as quickly. Max glared at him with pure heartbreak. “You killed my parents,” he said, voice cracking. “You killed both of them. You’re a monster.”

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

Various information appeared. Shadow Monster: Rank 3. Whether it goes on the offense: Takes the initiative to attack. Scope of attack: Twenty feet. Special traits: High speed, division. Mu Shaoai punched the trunk of a large tree. "Bastard! How can a Rank 3 monster show up in a Grade 1 district?!"

She could see through tear-stained blue eyes that he'd been hitting the nonmoving man in a brown Sheriff's shirt over and over again spurting more and more blood as the angry man struck the bloated dead body in the wake of unbridled rage that had almost been inhuman. The terrified little girl had been unable to do much aside from tremble as the monster that had taken her from her family did a good deal of harm to yet another kind soul that attempted to adhere to her need for assistance in the wake of being taken from the only people she'd ever known and trapped with the brute that worked at the Carnival.

[Mimic Monster Body Slam]: Use your grotesque body to slam your foe with all of its weight. [Mimic Monster Body Projectile]: Detach your own body parts and use them as launchable projectiles. [Organic Stone Shell Creation]: Naturally grow organic stone shell resembling bricks, enhance defense. [Inner Flesh Manipulation]: Acquire the ability to manipulate your own flesh to an extent. [Tentacle Extension]: Extend the tentacles produced in your body to ridiculous sizes. [Stealth]: Utilize mana to reduce your own presence. [Camouflage]: Utilize mana to camouflage within your surroundings, which might temporarily change the color of your skin.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

~WHUUSH! As expected, the Monkey Monster was instantly knocked back by Rey’s forceful attack. It couldn’t even offer much resistance. “Get up. Come on…” Rey approached the beast. Rey was aware of the amount of force he had put into that push, so he knew the creature wasn’t dead yet. “The reason I’ve not killed you yet is because I want to see your Skills. So come on…” There was no way a Monster who was living off literal Mana Crystals wouldn’t have Skills.

That goddamn voice. Marcus. A ghost from a life he thought he buried. “What do you want from me, you piece of shit?” Carlo growled, fury creeping into every word. Marcus let out another laugh. This one was darker. “What do I want?” he said, voice turning hard and bitter. “You and your men set me up. You left me to rot like trash. I lost everything, Carlo. Everything. My freedom. My crew. My name. And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”