Monkey Kings Novels & Stories

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

“Alright, let’s go to Mount Dragon-Tiger then. After a brief pause, Alex was reminded of something. “Bodhi, I have a question. Many say that you have a disciple called The Monkey King. Is that true?” Ancestor Bodhi pondered and replied. “No, I don’t!” “Holy sh*t, then the author really did make that up!” “But I do indeed have a disciple, a woodcutter.” “Uhm… Is it the one in Heart Mountain?”

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.

I now knew time worked differently here, but it was hard to remember just how different it was. While it felt like months here, only a day has passed where Kyra was. If the fly creatures thought their torcher was bad, they had no idea just how bad it felt to be away from my mate for so long. I kept forgetting what the creatures were called, but when I asked them again, they just got pissed. I’ve come to just call them Shit for Brains One and Two. It kind of seemed fitting. Their intelligence level was extremely low. Not to mention they didn’t follow orders properly.

I added which just earned another laugh from the monk. The monks of the temple were characterized by their long silky black hairs and black satin dress with white linen lines, perfectly hugging their bodies. They always carry their staff that was bathed under the moonlight and prayed during the rituals in the temple of gods. Their long shiny black hairs are tinted with dark blue streaks whenever they use mahò. This represents their change. According to what I have read, often times those of goddess descent have their hair colors as their change, representation of power, but the Monks are exceptions. They have been blessed by the gods and are granted a rare change. Their representation of pow

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

August is only around if Katrina is. “But then… where’s Katrina?” I asked, the door creaking open further, making me fall to the ground with it. I blinked as I saw a massive room lit up with burning barrels. “Holy fuck… it is Donkey Kong.” I gulped as I looked at the platforms with ladders between them. As my eyes went higher, I saw the massive red plastic monkey. Like the king of all the monkeys that had been throwing bananas at us. “KATRINA!” I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game.

Heart is pounding like crazy. Ringing ... The percussion of the bells crumbles, time after time, clearly indicating the direction. She must be tired of the games ... Hank gets out into the open space by the lake, surrounded by a low symbolic fence. This is bird territory. But she spat on the prohibitions, it seems ... Kitsune stands at the water's edge in the light of the full moon that has emerged from behind the clouds, and looks at him intently and teasingly. The white skin is silvery in the moonlight, emphasizing the curves of the body, and the eyes, oblong as a plum stone, seem so dark, bottomless ... How beautiful ... you can’t look away. She turns and, without saying a word, takes a f

Hunter asked. "Years ago, a prophecy was foretold about a child being born of the Moon Princess and her mate. This child will become the King of all Shifters and bring were-animals together." The Trickster's voice was hallowed as she spoke, but when she finished, her eyes turned from pure white to natural human green eyes. "Which child?" Selene asked. "The child between the Moon Princess and her mate." The Trickster spoke and then vanished without any more explanation. "Fucking Trickster pisses me off." Zac groaned.

said the crown . " They were talking about a prophecy , what was it about ?" asked Cynthia . " The prophecy states ... The moon princess has access to powers beyond one's imagination and can't be killed .However no one is immortal , you can only be killed by the only Demon left from the bloodline of your father as he is the strongest Demon in existence .You both are linked .Either he kills your or you kill him on the bloody moon day or you both die . If you both die the balance of nature would be disturbed and it could cause destruction in all the three worlds . Your magic won't work on him his magic won't work on him and his magic won't work on you . This is the way you could know who he is