Monster Hunters Cartoon Novels & Stories

“He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “ “What are you doing so that explains why he wanted you so bad?” June said. “I guess by that logic, you are the only one on the whole basketball team who knows how to keep her legs closed,” “Did you really have to say it like that? “April G said to her. “Oh, come on. We are all thinking it. Maybe that is why they gave you such a hard time in the 1st place, Chan,” “Can we please just focus? “Madison asked. “Now that we can identify these monsters, we must figure out how they keep showing up and why they keep trying to kill us,”

Emily could not find the right response to her question. Samantha went on. “It is just that humans are weak and less deadly than rogues.” she thought about what she said for a while and added. “But with the advent of guns, rifles, atomic bombs, war drones, nuclear weapons, and the rest, I would say that humans have become even more deadly than rogues” Emily did not say another word while Samantha poured out her thoughts. Samantha set the bowl aside and got up while Emily on her part went further into the basement.

"Whether Gabriel means it or not, I just want to take care of him." My mother held her tightly, too choked up to speak. The crowd started shouting again, demanding the grinder be turned on and that I be reduced to nothing. But the operator stayed cautious and insisted on running a full analysis on the chip. I sat there, tense, staring at the screen. Half an hour passed. No abnormalities showed up. At the judge's command, the grinder roared back to life. Blood sprayed. I screamed, on the verge of blacking out. Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!"

Yet that’s what they were doing. The deeper we went, the stranger it got. Ancient murals covered the walls. Some showed giant wolves battling horrors. Others showed queens and alphas under silver moons. Then I noticed something wrong. The monsters were in the carvings too. Not as enemies. As allies. My steps slowed. No. The first monsters were evil. Weren’t they? The giant wolf glanced back, sensing my confusion. His smile returned. “You’ve been lied to, Little Moon.” Chills ran through me. Nobody spoke, because deep down we all feared he was right.

He stepped closer, towering over me, his shadow completely enveloping my desk. "You talk about it like a mathematical problem," Magnus said, his voice dropping into a low, quiet baritone that vibrated right through my chest. "But it isn't just numbers, is it? How have you been able to handle it, Calista? How do you handle being wolfless in a world built for monsters?"

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

Summer said to herself as she pulled a still disorientated Lennox down the dark hallway. “FUCK WHERE THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS COMING FROM?” Sabastian yelled, as he ripped the head off yet another monster. They ran into a mob of monsters as soon as they left out of the room the tunnel was in. The Hunters were firing weapons at the monsters not even noticing Shadow and Sabastian had come in the same way they did. The fear was written on all their faces. The doc the leader of the hunters was in a corner typing something into a computer as his men fought off the monsters that kept coming no matter how many they killed. There was five or six hallways that all had monsters coming out of each one.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”