Monster Hunter Nargacuga Novels & Stories

Species: Zerg Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Ability: Underground Claws [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 3000 crystal stone 10 gold coins Gabriel suddenly stopped walking as he hid the palm that gradually let out a small eyes and big mouth, his indifferent eyes glance at the road that remained unmoved even though its surface also hid a terrifying monster who have the strength to slaughter mankind, well that’s not for Gabriel who is clearly one of the omnipotent heroes who could make monsters disappear in his sight.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

“Why did you come here?” “Don’t know,” I repeated. “You’re looking for brown ones,” said the man who threw the rock at me earlier. “Why?” the other man asked, his silver eyes are trying to intimidate me. What do these monsters think of me? “Am I?” I replied. The one with silver eyes whispered something to the man with blue eyes and he nodded before leaving the cell. Leaving me and this silver-eyed monster along. He slowly walks until he reached the tip of my right foot.

He hit the ground hard, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his weapon raised. "What are you?" the hunter gasped, his mechanical voice glitching. "I'm the mountain's response to your infection," Rangga said, stepping forward. His skin was burning, the bioluminescence reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume his very flesh. He felt his veins turning into conduits of molten light. Arung leveled his rifle at the hunter’s head. "Drop the blade, or I turn your helmet into a birdhouse." The hunter’s visor flickered. He looked from Arung to the glowing, terrifying figure of Rangga, then to the chasm where his squad had vanished. He didn't drop the blade. Instead, he reached for a de

“Now she serves as a seer and a cum oracle. With every climax, she speaks prophecy.” “Are you serious?” Emma stepped closer, intrigued. “You’ll see.” Terra turned to the Naga and snapped her fingers. From the shadows emerged a Minotaur—taller than ten feet, with broad shoulders and chains dangling from his wrists. His cock was already hard, thick as Emma’s forearm. “Speak, priestess,” Terra purred. “Make her scream, beast.” The Minotaur growled and moved behind the bound Naga, who gasped and hissed, her tail thrashing as he began to rut her brutally. The room pulsed with power as the Naga’s glowing eyes rolled back.

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

I whisper as my eyes take in the monster named Mangog. His skin is a mixture of red and orange. His massive head has six horns, and his gigantic three-fingered hands have four-inch claws ready to kill. His lips can't close over his fangs, and his tall body is stacked with bulging muscles. My heart immediately begins to pound again. Burk has to fight that! As Burk's name runs through my head, he emerges out from the champion area, looking nothing but calm. His knife is clutched in his hand, and he is approaching the Mangog as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

He was fingering his blade again, his lust for blood shed was approaching 10 on the ritcher scale. I shakily got to my feet, glaring at him. What human being does this? Derive satisfaction from terror and pain? He wasn't human. He was a beast. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" I cried, stalling him with my question. Maybe I could run away. My spirits sank as I looked around. I was standing on a large acre of nothingness and gravel. I was a running target. He walked up to me, his boots crunching on small stones. His breath fanned my face and the look in his eyes chilled my bones. There was no ounce of sympathy in those eyes.

The convulsions stop and she is left panting. "Quickly, perform your healing spell right now before she gets attacked again!) The urgency in Mtungagore made us three crouch quickly so as to be near Tania. I do not know how, but the three of us start chanting in a very strange but certainly archaical language. Each of our left hand is on her head. In no time, a black smoke leaves through her nose and ears. Mtungagore doesn't waste time. He quickly captures the smoke and closes his pouch. I have come to know that peculiar pouch to be the demon snatcher.