Monkey King Enma Novels & Stories

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

She spat and smirked like she won something. oh really, king lucas gritted out ..." You filthy .." before moena finished her words, One of the werewolf warriors hold her on her neck pressing her chest harder, " Dare to disrespect my king , your head is going to be his gift right now " I swear over my mom's dead body . The young warrior man gritted out . Moena tried to use her ice magic to freeze him but in the end she felt her body losing energy and staying limp on the warrior's hold.

“What’s plan B?” Finally making my way in front of him, I mockingly patted his shoulder. I watched as his form slowly loosen at my encouraging grin. “Plan B is for you-” Hands shapeshifting into claws, I dug them into the meat and bone of his shoulder, ripping off his arm with minimal effort. “-to get that stitched up before you bleed all over my freshly cleaned floor. Well this isn’t actually plan B, but this will help get you off my bad side if you listened to what I said.” I ignored his screams of pain, too busy staring at the blood that was dripping from my claws. I turned around, sucking the blood off as I made my way back to my chair. “Also, be a champ and tell the nearest servant that

“You’re a king, if you can’t keep your word, then why even rule the monkey people?” “Oh, shut up! I kept my word! I let you people go back there! And I allowed you to freely search for the Gold Stone! I played my part!” He growled the words out, getting a bit aggressive. The tension in the air thickened as the Monkey King’s anger flared. Lin and Hunter exchanged a glance, realizing that reasoning might not be effective with the agitated beast. With a sudden burst of speed, Han lunged forward, his movements a blur. Lin shifted into her wolf form, meeting his aggression with swift agility. Hunter, weapon in hand, focused on defending against the onslaught.

I suddenly understand that if he truly wanted to take me out, Damon is no match for him. The remnants of the tribe are slightly above a dozen, probably in their twenties, and shaken with fear. Then, with a bang, a very tall, muscular figure appears, and everyone in the tribe relaxes. I hear the mumbling of the name Little Monkey from the defeated elder, barely holding onto his breath beneath me. Who is this Little Monkey? I think to myself. Bond frowns a little. “No wonder you all had the courage to even touch her! So, you think this overpowered beast will save you? Think again!” Emperor Bond shouts. His voice is eccentric.

[Emmanuel - Level 12] HP- 109 DEF - 89 ATK-67 SPEED - 33 MANA - 980 Skills: None Examining Emmanuel's status, it became evident that he had no prior knowledge of magic before arriving in the city. Additionally, his mana circle appeared filled with impurities, resembling an unused car engine in need of maintenance. Despite this, Emmanuel possessed an exceptionally large mana pool, surpassing that of anyone I had encountered, save for individuals like Duchess Isla or the Headmaster of Brightwing Academy, Cleo.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I growled internally. "Mate…." She whispered as I looked at her gaze like she was staring at me. "You are Dragon Alice." She nodded her head, looking scared. She cringed at me because of my aura. I halted at a distance so she could stop trembling. I had never seen a dragon so fearful; they were always fearless and arrogant assholes that I knew. "How do you know my name? Also, you're not human," she stuttered. "I am a warlock and the Last Prince of the Black Magic Clan. Also, I know the name you mentioned in your interview form," I sighed at her naïve question. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.