Monarch Henchman Novels & Stories

He was still picking his nose, but the fury that had built within him was not gone. “Why don’t you stay here and watch what I do with your young Lord. Be like you were before; don’t interfere,” Monkey God Hanuman warned before turning his back to Hildegarde. His words revealed that he had known from the very beginning; he knew from the moment he faced Mane, that there was a fairy here. He had been aware of her existence long before she was aware of his! He truly was a frightening existence! *Cough*

she repeated that dreadful word once again and it rings in my head, like a cluster of cat bells that was tied to a hyperactive cat that was fed with a lot of catnip that day. I know what a henchman is, but I am not saying it out loud. A henchman is a loyal supporter or a follower that works for someone in a position or authority and is willing to help that person even by hurting others or even committing crime. I want to check if Helena was once again out of her mind. So we are sin-eaters. She’s ancient and I am brand new. That is how I out it simply because it still baffles the shit out of me and oh, the top of cherry is that Gods do exist and one of them is after my head.

Shaquille was still smiling as he continued, "That poison needle Hennessy used is called the Monarch Needle. You've probably heard of it even if you've never seen it since it's something unique in Navia. You're in for a whole lot of trouble now." Adrian's heart sank. He had heard of the Monarch Needle before, a weapon considered to be contraband in Navia. He thought he would never come across it, yet it had somehow shown up in this world. "You shameless b*stard!" he growled. "Haha!" Shaquille laughed and dashed back into the darkness when he saw Adrian about to leap at him. "Francisco and Westia’s leader will be here soon, so you have some time to think of a pathetic excuse,” he said.

There was a coldness in the voice. A group of martial artists in black walked into the restaurant. A black-robed man was in the lead—Huck Brennan. Huck was standing outside the restaurant. He was surrounded by people, but none of them dared to get within three feet of him. There seemed to be an invisible wall around him that put a distance between him and the people. He intimidated the crowd. Behind Huck were several martial monarchs. Each of them was powerful in their respective abilities, especially the peak martial monarchs. They were very close to becoming extreme martial monarchs.

When they woke up, they saw that Farrah had disappeared along with the Monarch. The immediately assumed that she had died, but days later, the Red Dragon saw her with the monarch. The group suspected that the monarch turned her into a loyal subordinate, and decided to avenge Farrah. Yet when they were ready to attack, they discovered that they were tricked and completely lost Farrah and the "monarch". Ferdinand's eyebrow twitch, he seriously don't like where this is going. Based on Ymir's words, the monarch was a strong ability-holder from this base, a leader of a certain powerful mercenary group that disbanded months ago. Months ago, this group went to T City for a risky and red warning mis

Then he laughed like there was no tomorrow. "They did not know that my children are my helpers. Henchmen?" Papa laughed. He even hit the table as if the information contained hilarious information. I watched him, and he was close to having tears. "Dominixe... This is a freaking hilarious investigation. This was done by who again?" "Crown Prince Henricus, Papa." "Oh? That good-for-nothing son of that so-called Alpha King Helio?" I nodded politely. Papa scoffed but still, laughed before he wiped the corner of his eyes. "Well done for him, I must say."

Shirley was now looking at that photo and pointing at those ancient city streets that exuded a mysterious aura as she asked, “Where is this? Is it a certain secret realm?” Alex frowned. “Make the call! Otherwise, I’ll personally make a trip to your Hancock family.” Only then did Shirley snort resentfully without consciousness of being a prisoner and reluctantly phoned the patriarch of the Hancock family, Falco Hancock. The call finished rapidly. Shirley Hancock said that her grandfather would rush over soon, but he had to make sure the Hancock family members were unscathed. Alex nodded and eventually asked, “The Miller family has an Immortal Monarch to watch over the family. Your Hancock fam

All the things that she remembered also added up so far, bringing us right here. Monica has given me no reason to doubt her, but something feels off. The Disciple felt… larger than life. I’ve only ever heard of him, but hearing the things he’s done is enough to make me conclude that he’s not someone who would just die this way. From keeping a young girl like a pet to keeping a Royal Healer to commanding people to poison someone… it’s a lot. And the hanging corpse in front of me just doesn’t seem to reflect that.

He wasn't some lecherous rogue. "If my character was truly questionable, you'd have already been mine last night." "Shut up!" "Lena, if you truly wish, I could offer myself to you anytime." "Get out!" The cooks in the backyard shivered. That was Nathaniel, the Obsidian Monarch! Selena had actually told such a figure to get out?! But was he under some spell today? He got scolded and told off, but he was still grinning as if nothing happened. In fact, his smile was downright terrifying!