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!"

Lucien immediately shifted, his human form tearing apart into a massive, jet-black werewolf, his roar shaking the very foundations of the building. An enormous grey wolf lunged directly at me, its jaws aiming for my throat. I ducked beneath the strike, my claws sliding out as I ripped into its underbelly. Blood splattered across my face, the iron taste fueling the beast inside me. Through the chaos, I saw Ronan Blackwell standing on the upper balcony, a silver cross-bow aimed directly at Lucien's back. "Lucien, watch out!" I roared, sprinting toward the balcony stairs, tearing through two more attackers in my path.

From the looks of it, he was even more eager than Victor. Victor followed closely behind Windfall. Their aura seemed even more intimidating than the three monsters. "Kill them." The researchers beside the monsters gave the order, and the three monsters charged forward cooperatively. Before the two sides got close, the Funnel already opened fire. The winged monster capable of flight was the Funnel's primary target. The enemies had never encountered an attack from this kind of range before. The bird-man monster couldn't react in time, his body repeatedly hit by the Funnel.

Because monsters fear only one thing—Being seen. And this time, I am done hiding.

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

“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?

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.

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