Monster Cacing Raksasa Novels & Stories

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

There's drool coming out of the left head, the middle is biting a shoe, and the right head is staring at us "N-- Nicole?" Monica's gripping tightly on the bat, aiming it in the direction of the snarling monster. "What in the names of all my exes is that thing?" "I-- I don't know, I've never seen anything like that before." Hiding behind her, I swallowed hard. The pairs of eyes are filled with fire orange and red. The fangs are grown about four inches, and the claws will certainly shred any skin it grazes on. "What are we going to do?" With her shaking voice, she asked me.

We could hear the snap of the creature’s jaws as it snatched the winged rats from the sky, crunching them in powerful jaws. It’s efforts to catch the bats brought it into view – a massive monster, as they all seemed to be, the size of the houses in the village, it would out mass even a mighty dragon like Aurien. A hard shell plated its back, and armored in segments across its belly, and its many legs were sharply barbed. Compared to the size of its body, its head was tiny. A creature designed for consuming, not for thinking. It might give us the needed advantage. Phantom clutched the sword he carried. “Any ideas?” He asked, the noise of his voice hidden beneath the shrill screeched of bats a

The ground trembled with the heavy footsteps approaching them. DUUMM! DUUMM! DUUMM! Each heavy step felt like a giant hammer striking the earth. The trees shook. Night birds flew away in fear. Raven slowly turned his head. He sensed the presence of a powerful creature. And his face immediately paled. From within the forest emerged a giant monster. It pushed trees, causing their trunks to shift. It was nearly four meters tall. Its body was covered in scars, and it stood, its eyes bloodshot. Its teeth were bared, and its left eye was blind. However, the aura it radiated was far more terrifying than any Shadow Wolf before it.

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

“Let me see him, Cassian. Please.” And then the door behind him creaked open. I froze. A massive figure stepped through, and everything inside me stopped. Leonidas. Not as I knew him. Not the man. The wolf. He was huge and towering. A beast carved from shadow and silver. Thick fur the color of midnight bled into streaks of ash at his sides. His eyes, still the same startling, wild gold, locked on mine. His eyes looked to be in so much pain but maintaining strong restrictions.

A sound. A guttural growl that did not belong to any wolf Malik had ever heard. It rolled through the courtyard like a living force, deep and ancient, vibrating through bone and blood. Heat shimmered with it, bending the air itself. Veronica turned slowly. A monstrous Lycan stood at the edge of the courtyard. Towering. Massive. Built on a scale that defied sense, let alone comparison to any wolf Malik had known. Fire traced along his form, not wild, not reckless, but disciplined, as if bound to something colder than rage.