Monarch: Legacy Of Monsters Timeline Novels & Stories

"And what do you think takes an empire, Lord Montgomery?" ​Montgomery leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper. "Legacy, my dear Chairwoman. Your grandfather thought he destroyed the core ARES files thirty years ago. He thought he could bury our names in a Swiss vault. But legacies have a habit of bleeding through the cracks." ​He glanced down at his platinum wristwatch, then looked back up at Maya with a chilling, victorious smirk. ​"Enjoy the party, Mrs. Vance-Harrington. The real auction hasn't even begun."

I mumbled while tapping the headlight of my motorcycle. However, if I use my teleportation and I teleported accidentally to the area where installed Monitor is active, I will be doomed. When the monster started appearing, the government installed a lot of Monitor around the country. I know you guys are confused how monster escaped from the laboratory back in 3245. I have no idea either. We all know that richest people loves experimenting.

Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Shakeable Claws [Can shake the under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 30 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Experimented Mini Monkey Monster Age: 150 years old in monsters years and 100 000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Abilty: Underground Claws Intellegience: Bare [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 3 000 crystal stone 100 gold coins Species: Two-legged Zerg Monster Age: 1 000 years old in monsters years and 10 00 000 years elderly at human years

As expected, Victor was really understanding. Terrence and his crew left. Victor, meanwhile, sat near Windfall, contemplating all kinds of questions, like how he should proceed from here and where to gather Source Crystals. Windfall finally woke up in the afternoon. An aura unique to a Monarch-rank mechanical creature burst forth from it. After opening its eyes, Windfall couldn't help but let out a roar, announcing the birth of a Monarch. But the roar was cut short halfway by a slap from Victor. "Stop screaming."

So, they stay quiet, wishing that the world could one day settle in peace. They all used to live in their regions in the old times. But as the times turned modern, they scattered all around the globe. All was well, until they grew lavish, going against the laws. It was illicit affairs done by the royals with the normal people that changed the destiny of most of the common people and of the Magna. The world, once that shined, was darkened.

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

ANWEN'S POV Twenty years later. Monsters rule the world now. They don’t hide in shadows or lurk beneath beds. They sit in councils. They wear crowns. They walk our roads in broad daylight as if the world belongs to them. Because it does. They call themselves the Scions—magic wielders, shifters, and chimeras—descendants of the Radiants who once walked the earth, and of humans. I used to think they were just stories Mama told me when I was small. She said monsters roamed the woods—that they snatched little girls who wandered too far, that they carried women away to their lairs.

“Yes child, you are young enough to secure our legacy with plenty of offspring. Your sister has been working off your parents’ debt, it’s time you did the same.” “Runa…Runa no.” Her fearful voice cracks through the mind-link, her voice only just a whisper. “I know, just remain calm, I’ll get you out..I promise.” “Legacy?” I cut the link between us once more and turn my eyes to Alpha Miso, I needed to know more. I needed to know what he meant by this legacy. “The White Moon was the first pack in existence, it is time we take back what is ours.”

I held up the journal for emphasis. Luca’s eyes lingered on the crescent moon mark, and a flicker of recognition passed over his face. “That journal belonged to your father,” he said. “It holds information the rogues want—information about the prophecy.” “The prophecy?” He hesitated, as if weighing how much to tell me. “It’s an old story, passed down through packs for generations. It speaks of a Bound Alpha—a leader destined to unite wolves and humans. But it’s more than that. The Bound Alpha is supposed to end the divide between our worlds, at a great cost.”