Monster Forces Lurelin Village Novels & Stories

Veronica continued, letting her voice sink lower, “then I’ll remember you.” She held the child’s gaze for one more beat, long enough to make it permanent, then stood and turned away, leaving the cupboard door open like a warning. Behind her, Toren watched with something like awe. Outside, the borderlands town sat stunned and quiet, and somewhere in the dark, fear began to grow. Not a rumor. Not a whisper. A name. Crimson Rogue.

A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld. I also added monsters like the last one I had created just in case the monsters arrived and I needed a chance to escape. This time, I gave them super strength, a little more height, and speed. The black mist appeared just as three scorpion-wolves stepped out of the forest, their eyes on me, and roared. Taking an involuntary step back, I summoned my earth powers. Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long.

Monsters cried out in agony, indicating there were quite a few of them nearby. Adrian, Eira, and Nyssa stood back to back, providing mutual support as they fired at the monsters in the darkness. Their gunshots echoed far through the silent night with barely a pause. *** At the same time, in the distant village of Kerning, a faint flicker of firelight could be seen. The village had three hundred households and was exceptionally quiet with no sign of any people visible. Occasionally, monsters passed by the village's vicinity, but they could not enter as the entrance was blocked by countless monster carcasses.

You can see Liem and his three new friends talking. "We're going to enter the forest," said Liem "Yes, Monster Forest" said Andy "Monster Forest" said Liem "Yes, that's right, the forest is full of various monsters. Beasts and also many ancient ruins," said Khan. “Ancient Ruins and Beast Beasts,” Liem said "Take it easy, I have a plan, but first I want to know where your Spiritual Strength level is, Liem." Asked Roberto. "I am at the first or early level of silver," Liem said

The journey was mostly quiet, each of them focused on the task ahead. By midday, they reached the outskirts of the village. It was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of daily life absent as the villagers had taken shelter, fearing another attack from the monsters. “Thank you for coming!” A couple of them shouted from the safety of their homes as they spotted the Adventurers that had come to help them. The group waved back at them as they quickly moved into the forest where Legris led them toward the creatures’ den. As they neared the lair, Neron noted the signs of destruction—the broken branches, the deep claw marks on the trees.

By the time dawn broke, the unease had settled deep in my bones. We broke camp quickly, dousing the fire and checking our weapons. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the mist, glinting off the blades strapped to our backs. Kael and Lyra returned first, mud streaked across their armor. “Found them,” Kael said. “There’s a village about two miles north. It’s crawling with rogues — and vampires.” My jaw tightened. “How many?” “Too many,” Lyra answered grimly. “At least fifty, maybe more. They’ve fortified the outer walls with spikes and magic runes. Whatever they’re protecting in there, it’s important.”

Slowly, the sounds of a small village became louder. Most of the people on the streets were women. Some of them were elderly, and there were a few children, but she didn’t see a single man over the age of majority. “Where are all the men?” The old woman looked up at her, “Are you quite alright, dear?” Laurel winced, “I… may have hit my head when I tripped.” “They’re off defending the kingdom against the vampires, child. With your father, of course.” Laurel nodded and followed the older woman. The village had to be that of a small pack located on the border of the werewolf kingdom. Laurel couldn’t tell exactly which once, but she was sure she could figure it out a bit longer.

I opened my mouth to ask them what was wrong when I too felt it. A coldness hung in the air, a different type of chill than what came from our lands. The tiny of bone-tingling chill that would allow the dead to walk again. They shimmered to life around me, floating in the air, forming a loose circle around us. Were these Clara's brothers, my sons? I couldn't quite claim these monsters. Their eyes were either black or literal flames. Their fingers were blackened on the tips and trails of blood dripped down their cheeks. The oldest one pointed at me and smiled. His teeth were all black spikes. "Look who has joined us, brothers. Our mother is here to share her power with us."

Why get us involved and what did she really want? “We should go back,” said Maurice. “I have a bad feeling about this.” “I concur,” said Dudley. We headed back to the village. There was the crack of lightning in the distance, over and over. We began running. I lit a ball of light so we wouldn’t fall, not caring about the monster finding us. It always seems quicker on the return journey. We ran into the deserted village, to the green. There were three empty stakes in the ground, firewood piled high around each, but no sign of the girls, and no naked women. Lesbians had stolen our girlfriends.