Monster Hunting Novels & Stories

Harvey was captured in the footage walking around the apartment complex. The last footage of him showed him walking out of the front gates. He had to have a hand in why I wasn't caught on camera coming back to the apartment. There was definitely something wrong with this footage. Before I could say another word, Harvey clenched his fist and charged at me, punching me in the face. His furious voice rang out. "Do you need to get your eyes checked, Cameron? You're the one in the security footage!"

He had been tracking my scent trail for blocks. “What are you doing blocking a Dominion path, Blackwell?” I demanded, drawing my shoulders back as my claws partially extended. “I’m tracking you, Chika,” Ronan murmured, dropping the glowing ember into a shell casing on the floor. His voice carried an uncharacteristic, desperate vibration that grated against my instincts. “The Blood Moon cycle marks your birth date next week. What kind of tactical steel or illegal firearm do you want? Name the supplier and I will seize it for you.”

“Why do you like this so much? Why do you have to rile me up to the point I must hurt you?” “You are a fucking monster,” I hissed through the sensations. It was as if my body was wildfire. The harder Dominic slammed, the tighter my pussy clammed his length. “Oh, baby, you are trying too hard to convince yourself of my monstrosity that it is a laughable factor now. Or maybe, you like to be fucked this way? You liked to be ravaged by me?” To what extent was I depraved to desire to be fucked by a man whose blood killed mine?

Something that only happened whenever he sensed a storm coming, whenever he perceived death and red coming, proved the weight and gravity and sadism of my words. Turning swiftly, we headed out of the woods with that iniquitous smirk plastered on my lips. The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war.

Fortunately for a Fighter or Hunter with a ranged attack type, they can launch attacks without worrying about getting hit by the bouncing attacks of the Order attacking the monsters. So, why is this War so meaningful and anticipated despite the risk of death? The answer is simple. When these four monsters are defeated, the system will distribute various rewards in return. Hellstones, Pills, Potions, low-level scrolls, all will be randomly distributed to the Fighters and Hunters who have dealt damage to the monsters. If you're lucky, the reward for the person who deals the highest damage is a high-class item.

Some of them manage to land near it; the others hit empty space between the monster and the dirt. The werewolves lets out another loud growl before it opens its eyes. The first thing that the monster does is glare at the group angrily. Then it stands up and stalks toward them threateningly. For a moment nobody moves. Everyone is terrified of what the monster might do. Just when everyone thinks that they'll be eaten alive, the monster suddenly runs past the group towards the exit of the camp. Just as he passes the group, he quickly runs after it, pulling out his bow. When he catches up, he pulls back on the string and fires an arrow at the monster. Unfortunately, he misses it entirely.

The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings. His disappointed contempt and indifference could only be persuaded by filling his time with what he did well: slaying monsters, abominations, and other creatures that he could defeat in a battle of power and brain. Yet it kept his mind occupied and his body in top form. And it was a lucrative venture. In a world where many warriors were criminals or enslaved fighters, many others, like him, were willing hunters for spectacle or simply bored and craved blood for

The only way they could do this was by joining hands. “The monster is sneaky. It disguises very well as it can change its colour and texture. Usually, it finds its victims near its hideout, and you can only kill it inside its hideout,” June read on. “So, all we have to do is follow him to his hideout and cast a spell,” Madison said, laughing lightly. “I guess you won’t have to if it saw you. It will abduct you anyways and take you to its hideout,” Meredith joked.

I want to hunt some monster first, battle experiences are the best choice now, help me a lot for every situation in the future. Go far deep into the jungle, the scent of fresh blood everywhere, 20 meters from his position, Xiao find a sea full of monsters level 1 and 2 humans. People? are they native in this world? survivor? She can't hold any longer, the old man already unconscious, I must save her.

“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,”