Monster Hunter World Gore Magala Novels & Stories

Mtungagore and the dark lord took turns torturing Summer trying to extract information from her. Mtungagore summoned bees that were magical. When he made these bees, he made sure that they were toxic enough for Summer. They had silver stings coated with wolves bane. This was so, because he wanted to make sure that the wolf was totally incapacitated. The swarm of bees landed on Summer and stung her all over. The pain was excruciating. Almost paralysing. Summer let out a bloodcurdling scream then fell limp on the cold hard floor. "You damned warlock! I said not to kill her!"

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.

“Look,” one of the Barbarians stated, his finger pointing at Magma. “They are about to get serious,” he added. The other nodded his head in agreement. Magma had returned his axe to his dominant right hand, and his aura was steadily climbing up again. The Ice Bear had extended its formerly retracted claws as well. Each claw was as long as Magma and was extremely sharp. Its aura climbed up steadily as well as both – man and bear – prepared to clash once more.

Messenger from Tallis hissed but before he could add anything more we heard a loud monstrous growl ‘AAAGHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAROAR…………………………’ followed by wave after waves of gush of winds, we all thoughtless started searching for source of roar and very soon a monster like creature came flying and stood right in front of us all. “DRA…GON…” I said and kept my eyes fix at a humongous creature entirely covered in scales, he was not Glacium the white dragon that we saw yesterday but he was a midnight colored dragon and twice the size of Glacium, this one looked way more scarier than Glacium in fact his dangerously glowing blood RED eyes and looked so dominant, I was stunned to see him that I sub

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

But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break. Not only were these Haunters so loud, it was also plain to see some of the alleged evidence of paranormal activity was fake. They had a zillion static cams all over, plus the handheld cameras they carried around, yet most things happened off-camera. Not to mention a great deal of what they got was personal experiences, like being touched, hearing voices no mic captured, catching a glimpse of a shadow right outside the cam field, feeling cold spots their thermal cam didn’t register.

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.

Friends or foe. He won't be able to distinguish. He will be just a killing machine. A beast. The one which is called. "The God of death." And today it seems, this will be all. If he can't win. He won't let anyone win. There will be no bloodhounds, no werewolves, no hunters after this. It will be the end of their world. And it's impossible to stop him now. And that's when they feel the ground they stand on shaking. The trees uprooting.

Magnus cursed, "Of course, I'm serious! It's 100% real! Have you forgotten what my profession is? I'm a geomancy specialist. Dragon-seeking, gold-parting, tomb-tracking, crypt-delving—omens, astronomy, terrain—there's nothing I don't know." He continued, "Blood Ghouls are rare, sure. But they're real. They've been born out of ancient, cursed tombs sealed for centuries. If one bites you, it doesn't matter who you are. Even an immortal would rot from the inside and turn into one of them." By the end of his rant, Magnus' voice was shaking uncontrollably, and he stumbled back even farther from Tora. After some rustling among the group, musket after musket was pointed at Tora.

The level four missiles hit the giant creature square on the abdomen and neck and exploded creating a blinding series of lights. “Give it everything you got! Empty it!” Freemont barked. Nerma and his colleges complied, sending rounds after rounds of level four missiles at it. “I’m out!” Nerma announced. The others were out too. As the series of blinding lights cleared off. A roar of triumph went up from their enemies, as the Graguantular advanced forward totally unaffected by the devastating blasts! . . . . . At her feet lay Eureka and Mahali bound in chains. Mirage Maja sneered at them (especially at Eureka), “Soon your precious New York will fall before my might! And I will over run yo