Monster High Classes Novels & Stories

"Affirmative, host," the system quickly did what Quickstep wanted. Another flash happened and a shop menu replaced the previous status screen. He saw countless of beings on different columns with their corresponding tiers. F - ordinary E - uncommon D - rare C - epic B - hero A - relic S - mythical SS - legendary SSS - divine There were dragons and phoenixes, angels and demons, werewolves and vampires, and every creation in existence. Beside the innumerable images of these legendary monstrosities were their prices with the most expensive ones valued at 1,000,000 shop points.

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

Mia responded, “This is where the monster is. According to my clan’s records, this challenge is only officially overcome by entering the depths of the palace and defeating the monster there.” James’ eyebrows tightened. The power of a monster who guarded the first obstacle of Mount Nothingness must be extraordinary. Currently, his physical power was only the Grand Emperor’s Rank Seventh Heaven, which is indefinitely the rank of a powerful figure in the Apocalypse Age. However, there were so many figures of the Grand Emperor Rank and so many Ancestral God Ranks that James pretty much amounted to nothing.

Chapter 4 In the past, the army has a classification of monsters. Low-grade for the petty infected, medium for the monsters without intellectual knowledge, medium-high for those infected that can communicate and have a brain to plot things, high for those mutant and legendary monsters that only appear on the myths or legend, and lastly, the demons, they are highly intellectual being with so much greed. If you think that you’re facing some high-graded monster… run! There’s no one that can take that thing down! But the foolish kid that I’m holding keeps on banging my chest, fuck this is a delicate body! He’s saying ‘take that down! Take that down!’ I almost stumble when he grabbed my hair

“You were bullshitting your class, weren't you?” “Mister Zeke, that's enough.” James went between Zeke and Q. “Classes are sensitive information. You understand that, correct?” “It only matters if they're high tier,” Zeke rebutted. Classes are classified into tiers. Humans always did enjoy rankings and tier lists. Common tiers are basic classes. Swordsman. Healer. Mage. Ranger. Those are some of the common classes. A dime a dozen. But these classes tend to be starting points for growth. Middle tier classes are those with specializations. Swordmaster. Light Mage. Spirit Priest. These classes branch out from common classes. The possibility of classes growing is what drives most breakers to get

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

Is there no such thing as justice anymore? And it wasn’t like Adonis had fought some overpowered monsters or something. These were summoned E-Tier Monsters! They weren’t supposed to yield any substantial EXP! ‘So why…?! WHYYYYYY?!’ There was only one answer to his question, and Rey knew it already. ‘His Hero Class! It has to be!’ It was an S-Tier Class, so of course it had to have numerous privileges that would be considered broken by Rey’s standards. Of course, Rey knew he couldn’t complain since he had quite the broken Skill himself, but the situation felt a little too unfair for him.

Is everything somehow my fault? Such questions left an aching hole in Luna's chest, and before she realized it, they had finally reached their Combatant class. Sitting in the university arena stadium, the students saw Professor Bain, and behind him stood four people. "Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin."

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.