Monster Hunter Amatsumagatsuchi Novels & Stories

Mana Beast vary from their surroundings, a Mana Beast that was created in a terrain filled with water would have tentacle-like legs and an almost see through body, usually called a Mizumono. Mizumono are troublesome opponents as they can absorb almost all types of magic, but they are known to be calm and gentle creatures. Usually found near large lakes flocking in groups, for the Avaritian Kingdom though. The Mizumono is a massive wealth bringer as having a Mizumono Core would allow you to turn an object waterproof. While there are more types of Mana Beasts, most of the time adventurers and knights tend to only attack the Mizumono since bringing them far enough from water is their biggest we

I focus my mind, thinking of Micah to keep me moving. The moon rises. I can see the mountain up ahead. I don’t realise how tall the mountain is until I reach the base and glance up. I huff as my shoulders drop in dismay. I take one step after another. My skin almost feels like it’s burning. I’m only halfway up when I hear twigs breaking and the rustling of nearby bushes. I can’t see well, not having wolf vision. So I steady myself and listen to figure out in which direction the movements are coming from, only to realise it’s everywhere all around me. I’m being surrounded, but by what? Red eyes appear in front of me, blinking—my heart races. I swiftly pull my dagger from my belt. ‘You!’ I say

My mother opens the door. She looks first at me, drenched in hunting attire that swallows my figure, making me look younger, despite the darkness of the fabric. Then she looks at Marek, whose face is littered with dry blood, dirt and sweat. He too wears his hunting clothing, hood pulled up over his head, the marking of a Summoner so painfully prominent, I know my mother's attention finds that first. Then, Tai, in our arms, head hanging down limply. He's almost completely untouched.

Wukong - Monkey Demon King Within a hidden place in World II Monster Forest - Wind Release - Initial Level Demon Grandmaster Spiritual. 14. Kurobe - Tall Spooky-Faced Man - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - Who Clashed With Takeshi. 15. Kazeo - Handsome Man in Skinny Cap Tall - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of the Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - That Stood Takeshi and Kurobe's Quarrel.

My uneven breathing suddenly seemed to calm down and my shivering seizes. He musky scent hits me and I couldn't help let loose. Letting out bodies exchange the heat. Helping each other. . . . We stay like that and I was in a deep sleep. When suddenly I feel a gentle touch on my cheek as he says something that made my heart to beat frantically in my chest. "It was always you little one." . . . . . "You are the Summoner of Light."

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

it said suddenly, very flatly, "I'll never betray my kind. The race of Zombies will remember this and my kind will hunt you down and kill you themselves." "Bold. I like it," said Chu Xun coldly. He opened a hand and purplish flames erupted in the center of his palm and everyone could feel the temperature of the surrounding rising palpably. Chu Xun flicked and shot two little wisps of purplish flames at the monster's mangled leg. Sizzle! Black smoke began to rise as flames engulfed the monster's leg, leaving nothing remaining – not even its bones. "ARRGGGHHH!" the monster shrieked with harrowing pain.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

“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.

The sharp crack echoed through the ballroom. An older man stepped onto the raised platform where the musicians had been seated. Huntmaster Aldric Holt wore long ceremonial robes of charcoal and silver. His white hair fell to his shoulders, and an old injury had left one side of his face slightly lower than the other. A staff carved from black wood rested in his right hand. The silver wolf’s head mounted at its top caught the chandelier light. “Participants and hunters,” he called. His voice carried without effort. “Take your designated places. The registration period has ended.”