Monkey Pants Novels & Stories

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.

Its big blue eyes held a mischievous glint as it smirked at me. “Ahh, mamma.” A startled shriek escaped my lips, and I instinctively sought refuge behind Alastair, my grip on his jacket tightening. "Save me from this white monkey. Please." My voice wavered with fear, my heart racing at the sight of the creature that was unlike anything I had ever encountered. White monkeys were rumored to be monstrous, and my panic surged.

Instead of white, his fur turned black, and felt his horn protruding on top of his forehead. He leaped and he was able to pin one of the monkeys on the tree. The others screamed in fright but didn’t move as he has one of them under his mercy. ‘Give the bag to me now or I crush him.’ He snarled. He barely recognized his own voice.

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.

A leash ran from the collar around the capuchin monkey's neck to the music organ where the stocky dark-haired Colton Stokes ground out a shrill melody. Crowds gathered to watch as the small monkey floated around the people, hat held out, begging for tips from the onlookers. This is frickin' humiliating, Liam Lamont sent through the mindspeech of the shifters as he shook the hat in his hands at an elderly gentleman who couldn't stop talking baby talk to him. Why do people always talk to animals and babies like we're ignorant?

Next, Caspian dug out the demon core from the monster's brain and placed the entire corpse in his storage bag. Maya glanced around and said, "This monster with the body of a goat and the face of a monkey is a Broken-Tooth Ape. However, the Broken-Tooth Ape never acts alone, and there'll at least be a dozen of them. Thus, there must be other Broken-Tooth Apes around, so be extra alert!"

The monkey-liked man wasn't a human but a sea monkey. The sea monkey was a primate. It could cultivate at high speed. In addition, it was cunning and cruel. "As a group of small potatoes, how dare you try to kill me? " The sea monkey's eyes were scarlet and looked very cruel. It showed its sharp teeth. Then it jumped thousands of meters with one leap and rushed toward those experts at the Immortal Level. "Retreat!" The Human Immortals shouted. The sea monkey's cultivation was terrifying. They were no match for it.

Several other little monkeys hopped along next to the bikes, and after circling the stage once, they all climbed up to face us. “I still feel scared,” Hannah whispered. “These are the famous Merry Monkeys, coming to you all the way from the deepest reaches of Lukoslavia!” the unicyclist called out. “I don’t think that’s a real place,” I said quietly. Hannah shrugged, as the monkeys climbed onto one another, making a monkey tower that reached at least six feet. The man stepped back and began tossing rings to the monkey at the top of the tower, who caught each one and passed it down to his buddies. Each monkey stuck out a leg or an arm, letting the little rings dangle from the extended appenda

he told her. “That’s all right.” Nya was shivering so much, her words were difficult to distinguish, even to her own ear. “Just show me your pile of bones or whatever it is you wanted me to see so that I can go home.” He made that face at her again, the one he made when he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slate shook his head, and then stepped a bit closer to the mountain. “You’ll have to come through here.” It was a small hole near the ground, not much more than one meter by one meter in diameter. “Go in there?” she asked. “Are you crazy? Is this how you trick people into becoming your dinner?”

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.