Monkey King 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.

Golden Monkey said disdainfully. "Mr. Blood Wolf, they said they had heard a lot about you," the translator said while wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead. Blood Wolf laughed even more complacently and asked, "What's your name, man?" "My name is Golden Monkey, you can call me Master Monkey," Golden Monkey replied angrily. "Master Monkey is a royal in our country with high status. From this, you can see that Huaxia attached great importance to the negotiation with you, Mr. Blood Wolf." Cold sweat broke out on the translator's forehead.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

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.

He cursed under his breath. He stood still for a moment and breathed in and out. “Hey this isn’t the time to be meditating!” I complain as I kick away a monster that was trying to jump onto him. It was tiny with numerous claws and teeth. It had 6 arms and hands. Creepy.

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.

Alex still tried to maintain a patient tone, “Although the First Demon King was indeed a werewolf, we are not his descendants. And I believe that he never had any descendant at all, your race made sure of it. Our pack came from a long line of were-beasts that stayed in the forest even after the rise of the First Demon King. And the closest contact that our ancestors had with the First Demon King was when they signed the pact that he will leave our ancestors alone while he tries to take over the world.”

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.