Monster Hitam Novels & Stories

“Don’t you dare die, you hear me? I’ll fucking haunt you.” “You already do,” Noa whispered. Alessio vanished into the smoke. Noa turned back toward the living room, hearing a detonator in his chest. He fired toward Dominik, toward the shadows, toward the creeping boots, until the gun clicked empty. He reached for another and found none. Shit. He ducked, heart hammering, lungs burning. Footsteps approached. Slow. Confidence. Dominik’s voice slid through the wreckage. “You always did like to play the hero, huh? You’re not a hero, Nono. You’re just another monster. Just like me.”

His smile stiffened. "Why is everyone here? Is this a family meeting?" Then, as if realizing something, he answered his own question, his tone laced with appropriately faked grief. "Is it because of the child?" "Mom, Dad, I know you can't bear to part with the child. I can't bear it either." "But the pup is corrupted by silver toxicity. It's an abomination. Even if we use expensive potions to keep it until birth, it won't survive." "I really can't bear to let Seraphina suffer through ten months of pregnancy only to watch the child die in her arms. That would be too cruel to both the child and Seraphina."

The man called Tristan said. “Your brother fall into the wrong company. It’s not Black Dragon’s fault that he died.” The other man calmly explained. Wow… That man is different from this one. He had some decency left. “I will kill that Black Dragon.” Tristan said again. “I said I didn’t know you or your brother.” JD said as he came into the room. “I am Tristan Montero, brother of Ernest Montero, the one you killed on one of the warehouses in downtown L.A. last week.” Tristan angrily said.

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

It was the only way. Naraja: “I don’t care how much pain that I go through nor how much you put me through. As long as I get my hands on you, then I’ll be all good you bastard.” ???: “Pfft, sure. Bring it on hotshot!” The mysterious black human-like monster figure threw two fast jabs at Naraja’s face, but in a split second he ducked beneath those two fatal attacks, then Naraja put most of his weight into his right leg to perform an uppercut.

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He spoke, his voice low and rough. Nathaniel was a silent human. He didn't like to talk. He was one of the people whose silence was comforting yet a bit scary. Even at the age of twenty-five, his aura was frightening to those who were strangers to him. The black ink on both of his muscular arms gave him a bad boyish look, specially with the nose piercing he had. Humming, I urged him to go on, as I wiped the blood off his chest. “Our boxer had almost killed their boss, Deus. They came to get revenge. They’ll probably look for them everywhere.” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

What a monster. ************