Monarch: Legacy Of Monsters Timeline Novels & Stories

"Because Headmaster cannot protect you forever. If Azazel attacks border, human Kingdom blames Headmaster. Duel is excuse. If you lose, Headmaster says 'fate'. If you win, Headmaster says 'Academy's glory'. Politics." "I know." "So you need to win beautifully. Not just win. Crush." She dropped a black scroll. "Shadow Monarch's first training manual. From 300 years ago. Last Monarch. Before Academy burned his records." Jin opened scroll. One line: TO BE MONARCH, YOU MUST MAKE OTHERS MONARCH. [Quest Update: Train 100 ex-slaves to D-Rank - Progress: 0/100 - Time: 2 Days 19 Hours Left]

A sick game. "I told you," she whispered, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. She paused, letting the words sink in. "It was your lucky day." Then, with a terrible crack, she wrenched her mouth open even wider—too wide. A monstrous, gaping maw. "No—!" My scream caught in my throat as the witch bit down. Beth’s head tore clean off. Blood sprayed in a horrific arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—my face. Beth’s body twitched once, then went still, her lifeless form dropping to the ground with a sickening thud.

~REX’S POV~ I was unable to breathe. I desired to express myself completely. My faith in Reina was shaken. It would have been better if I had waited for her. She had been raped. Sexually abused and tortured. I shifted unintentionally inside my palace at the thought of that. The structure crumbled as a result of my rage. I noticed dust all over the place, but I couldn’t care less. He had no choice but to die. Alex has no choice except to die. He cannot harm my Juno and then flees to tell the tale. Ladon rushed off straight into the woods without a second thought. Alaric desired to communicate. I couldn’t give a damn. I was aware he intended to lecture me. I am not in the mood to be lectured.

References to dates and locations and names that seemed to stretch back centuries. One file in particular caught my attention. It was a timeline. It showed that major breakthroughs in energy technology, global infrastructure, and even political shifts had occurred at regular intervals. Every fifty years. Exactly when the Order was said to gather or restructure. My parents work on Project Obsidian fell right into that timeline. Lucius Calder’s rise to power fit perfectly too. “They do not just react to history,” I said softly. Speaking my thoughts aloud. “They write it. They plan it decades in advance. Everything that happens in the world happens because they allow it or arrange it.”

EMERALD GREEN EYES GLISTENED AS THEY FLICKERED WITH A GREAT REALIZATION. Seated on his dark medieval throne in his grim stony castle, shielded from the harsh rays of the morning star was Jagger. Not long ago, the Vampire King sent Cora to find the bride but returned a failure. The Paradoxical Medieval Realm was a replica of the 15th century of the mortals' medieval time, a piece of a timeline broken and turned into an abandoned multiverse existing outside the current timeline.

He ran back to his cave, packed what few supplies he had left, and started his journey all across the world. Monty walked and walked for months. He traveled around the ruins of the world fearlessly, looking for people and gathering any allies he could. In his travels, Monty told others what had happened to him. He told them about his gift and how he planned to use it to defeat the animals, but first, that he would need help from others. During this, Monty learned that not everyone had mutated. On average, only one out of roughly 50 people had mutated and received gifts. Nevertheless, Monty managed to build himself an army, an army of people with gifts. He leads that army in a fight to reclai

Dad had tried to be of help but all was to no avail. Recently he had left for a meeting that had lasted for three days and counting. The werewolfs that ruled the other half of the continent's attacks had grown worse with time which had made some "resources" diminish or die. It's the year 2085, sixty five years from the Covid-19 pandemic. The truth was that the Coronavirus was lab-made and released by the government into the public deliberately followed by a couple more viral diseases. It was a way to purge out weak bloodlines in human society, simultaneously serving as sacrifices to the vampire and werewolves lord's, which had been in deep slumber for centuries. The strong were bred to multi

Public opinion turning violently against supernatural creatures. "Monsters need to be stopped." "Ascended humans should hunt them all." "Finally, humanity fights back." Governments issued emergency declarations. Military forces mobilized. And millions of Ascended humans, believing they were protecting their species, began hunting pure supernaturals. Vex smiled through his wounds. "You can kill me. But you can't stop what I've started. The age of supernatural beings is over. Welcome to the Human Ascendant Era." He activated a device implanted in his chest.

But Tommy had been talking about this particular Monster for weeks now, pretty much since the game came out. He said the Legazeus was one of the rarest Monsters. They only ever showed up in special places, and nobody ever knew when or where that will be. I remembered him saying that the last one to appear was in Central Park and caused a major traffic jam due to people stopping to catch it. “These are rare, right?” I asked, not believing what I was seeing on the screen. “Insanely rare,” he said. He grinned at me. “Let’s catch it.”

Stone pressed against him, his gray fur ruffled, the firedlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. The night deepened, the stars shining brightly above, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their centennial celebration, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the dark, their love a light that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and hope that echoed through the ages, carried forward by their descendants, the forest a timeless witness to their story.