Monkey King Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Everything felt peaceful, except for Thor the Tiger, who snorted out of place. Kingsley the Monkey defended me. [Thor, stop snorting. You’re not a primate. You won’t understand Miss Fruit’s charm. I’ve been captivated by her smile, the way she splashes water, how she tucks her hair… I’m doomed. I love her!] I couldn’t help but laugh, which startled Ellie the Elephant. I wiped my mouth and looked toward the monkey hill. Among the monkeys, Kingsley stood out. He held himself tall, a tuft of hair fluttering in the breeze like some reckless kid who thought he looked cooler than he actually was.

Clein groaned in distraught at the monkey. "I don't want to!" The monkey replied with a high-pitched tone that irritated my ear. "I said, let go of me!" Clein complain. "No, I don't want to. I miss you a lot, Clein," And that bitch monkey even leaned its head on Clein's chest. And I didn’t realize that I had bitten my lip so hard so it bled a little. "F*ck," I whispered. They’re getting closer to my place and it looks like they haven’t noticed me yet because of their public flirtation!

The hunter told Kyra. Strangely, he spoke with ease. Well, son of a bitch. I have been down here for hours trying to get him to speak and here he is just talking away with Kyra as if they were friends. Looking over at the hunter, I wanted to sock him in the nose once more just for the hell of it. “You can talk.” I poked at the hunter. “Fuck off ass hole.” The hunter stated. Kyra was in the process of getting the hunter unchained, thankfully not paying any attention to me. Raising my left hand, I flipped him off with my middle finger. Finding it comical that just moments prior I broke that finger of his.

I ask, my eyes finding who said that. "I am the inkpot monkey, beholder of secrets." I turned to my papyrus and then comes closer. The small monkey pops out from the papyrus, making a hole in it. I grunted when the papyrus was damaged. The monkey crawls out the paper and then watches me scrunch the paper. In my hands, I made a swing from my back and then made twirled my arms. I threw it into a trash can ten meters away. It bumped into the can's wall and drops inside the can.

Her fists clenched, and steam curled at her fingertips. “Shaelith, don’t,” I whispered quickly. But there was a blur of movement, a loud screech. From the canopy above, a large monkey leapt down and landed squarely on the man’s shoulders. He yelped, stumbling back as the creature clung to him, screeching and tugging at his shirt. The gun dropped. “Get it off! Get it off me!” the man howled, trying to shake the monkey off as it tore his sleeve and slapped his backside with absurd precision. The girls burst into laughter.

“No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.” The book I was holding fell on the tiled floor. When I was a Hunter, I see mad people on a daily basis. But for me, even when I dealt with blood-sucking Vampires, the maddest of them all we

A ghostly fog curled upward, creating unnatural illumination, creeping my flesh out. Undeterred, the monkey started its way down the rocky wall, tiny form gliding effortlessly, jumping from hold to hold as if built for it. We remained there, thudding hearts, awe mixed with fear, thoughts racing through my mind regarding Jayden's power, his body holding me in bed, helpless now in this savage, merciless world. "This can't be right," a warrior snarled, his voice low, his eyes on the monkey as it vanished in the mist, his hand tight on his knife.

Father studies me for a long moment. “You are king,” he says. “And you are dragon. Both demand sacrifice.” “And if sacrifice is no longer acceptable?” I ask. He does not answer immediately. “Then you become something new,” he says at last. The connection fades. Silence fills the chamber. Kaelith looks at me. “You’re not waiting, are you?” “No.” “Good.” Alone at last, I allow the dragon closer to the surface. My claws score the stone beneath my desk.

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

Its piercing gaze locked onto the monkey, and it let out a warning growl from deep within its throat. The monkey was not particularly large, but its body was covered in black scales, giving it an eerie, sinister appearance. Its head was somewhat grotesque, and its scarlet-red eyes were filled with hostility as it glared at Chase. "A little beast like this… Could it be a guardian of some hidden treasure?" Chase murmured in surprise. Suddenly, the monkey darted from beneath the vine, leaping onto the branch of an ancient pine tree before vanishing into the depths of the forest.