Monarch Henchman Novels & Stories

I stared back plainly and so did he. 'Hayden Octavius Martinez. Chief Detective of the New York Police Department.' 'Reina Clementine Romano. CEO of the Romano's ' I said while shaking his outstretched hand. He then swung a chair and placed it on the only spare side between me and Narcissus and then also began eating the food on my plates. None of them had manners. Tell me why I am not surprised at all? I got up and left the table but heard footsteps follow behind.

Chief Montgomery quickly reported to Chandler, “Pavilion Master, a third king of disciples has appeared in Hampton.” Chandler seemed to have guessed something. He looked through the glass windows in the direction of Hampton and said, “I see. What’s the data monitoring results?” Cold sweat seeped from Chief Montgomery’s forehead as he said, “Pavilion Master, we don’t have the results. It has exceeded the maximum value we can monitor.” Hearing this, Chandler frowned as he turned to Chief Montgomery and asked, “Surpassed the limits?” Chief Montgomery nodded heavily and said, “Who do you think this third king of disciples could be?”

“I recognise that bike.” I stepped towards the leader of the group who had come a good ten metres closer than the rest of them; a tall gentleman, slim. Bright yellow stripes on his bike. Matching helmet. The London charter of the Henchmen. “Rogue, good to see you. I didn’t expect you to be in the area?” “Wasn’t planned, Duchess, I promise,” he replied, pulling his helmet off and giving me a smile that would have melted the pants off a lot of other women.

Not all Monarch-rank mechanical creatures developed additional features on their bodies, but if one did, it was definitely a Monarch-rank. For instance, the Monarch-rank mechanical rat was only larger in size without developing any other features. "You can tell?" The pangolin didn't dare to act cocky. It didn't think it could beat Victor even after advancing to Monarch-rank. "How many mechanical creatures have you eaten? Or rather, how many people have you eaten?" Victor's voice turned icy. "Bro, you've got it wrong. I've never eaten any human, I swear," the pangolin immediately replied, not wanting Victor to misunderstand.

“Survival? You sound like a paranoid foreigner. If there's real evidence, we will need it . otherwise…” "I don't think you know who is here with you. I'm Jace Monroe, Owner of the Monroe corporation Enterprise. One of the youngest billionaires before age fourteen, Oxford best business graduating student, elite to the United Kingdom royalty, you don't want to act nonchalant with me, I will put a call across and make sure you never get to see the light of the day in your entire life." The man was shocked, he didn't believe his eyes, he stood up and saluted.

He merely raised a single, thick finger, gesturing to two massive, leather-jacketed enforcers who stepped up behind him, quietly stepping into Irina's path to block her approach. He turned his dark, reptilian eyes back to me, an unpleasant, crooked smile spreading across his face. "Relax, little security bird. I am merely paying my respects to the new royalty." He leaned closer, invading my space so completely I could feel the unnatural heat radiating off his massive frame.

“You’re in my line of sight. You know I won’t miss.” Her stomach twisted. “What the hell are you, Damien?” The corner of his mouth quirked into something between a smile and a grimace. “That’s complicated.” Monroe’s voice cut in, mocking: “It’s not complicated. He’s just another echo from the Archive. Only this one figured out how to crawl back into the world.” Enoch flinched. “An echo… like me.” “Boy,” Monroe murmured, tightening his grip. “If you go to him, you’ll be trading one master for another. He’ll tell you it’s about freedom, but it’s about control. It always is.”

“I do not know who heads the Time Watchers. But I’ve had a personal relationship with one of its stakeholders. In fact, we were childhood friends, besties in high school…” Tension has me sidling to the edge of my seat and holding the chair in a white-knuckled grip. “Who is this person?” Manuel plants both palms on the table and leans towards me, his eyes gleaming with pure excitement. I’m convinced that the man is a psychopath. “His name is Henry Montessori. Does it ring a bell?” All of a sudden, the world is spinning, and I’m caught in the middle, trying and failing horribly to find my footing.

The room hits the Gourmet Enchanter again, claiming to attract more people's attention. He is a common Dragon King bamboo body monk, even if he smashes to break the Dharma glove, it will not cause too much shock, if let outsiders know that The Gourmet Enchanter is also in his hand, how much will make a little inconvenient, will even let many people probe.

Luckily, most of the ground is covered in a soft moss so although my body feels bruised, I do not think that anything is broken. I let out a groan as I try to push the body off of me. Slowly, it begins to move and I hear an echoing groan of pain coming from the figure on top of me. As I shove him off I realize that I recognize that voice. It is the voice of my best friend, Hunt. "Hunt, what are you doing? Are you trying to get the both of us killed?" I hiss to him as I struggle to sit up. "I am trying to save you if you will let me. I can't believe that you would do something as stupid as stealing from the King. Especially the day before the Coronation of his son. You are smarter than that."