Monster Hunting Novels & Stories

Ethan Storm spoke in such a matter of fact voice. It infuriated Jake as he looked ready to screech at the older man, “What the hell is going on dad?” He questioned and his father knew that it would be a long story and he would have to repeat it more than a few times to let it sink in. But finally, there was a new hunter to take over just when they would be needed most. There was a monster lurking in the shadows no longer content to watch the human’s rule over what should be there. But do all monsters do monstrous things only time would tell who could be trusted in this new world that Jake was thrust into?

Although there were regular mushrooms everywhere that Zen wanted to forage and study, there was a more urgent problem to take care of in the distance. Rolling along the mossy forest trail, three white and fluffy monsters groaned. From far, they looked like giant white cotton balls that would be fun to kick around. However, Zen’s gamer sense tingled when he saw them lying on the main path. Even on the first dungeon floor, monsters often appeared on the main path as part of the obvious quest guiding mechanics. Readying his twin daggers, Zen swallowed and approached them slowly, using the thick mist to cover his movements. There were three monsters, and Zen had no idea how strong they were. The

I was planning on doing this alone, without no one disturbing my little playtime. Yelling orders, I stroll into the forest until I get surrounded by darkness. Closing my eyes, I heighten my senses. Sensing them, I hunt each prisoner. Eyes pitch black as night and moving inhumanly fast, I catch my first two, killing them on the spot. I love hunting humans. It excited my monster and me. Eager to tear them into pieces, I continue enjoying my game.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

I closed my eyes when a sudden quake happened and a loud unexplainable slit appeared in front of the room nearest to us. Of course that ruined the moment, but what I'm most afraid of is that monsters suddenly went out of the slit when the quake stopped. Ellie came eye to eye with the humanoid pig-like monster, well there is actually a proper name for it, an Orc. Suddenly my glasses vibrated, and a notification appeared on my inbox. [A new quest had arrived: Defeat the Upcoming Monster Mob]

Christian opened his mouth to answer but he didn’t get the response out before a giant black monster jumped out from the tunnel they’d just been walking through, lunging for Scott’s back since he was the closest one to it at the moment. Opening fire, Christian shot the monster in the head and it fell to the ground. But it wasn’t alone.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

I shouted through the mind link. “They’re everywhere!” Bryan snarled. “Where the hell are they coming from?” “They’re Melanie’s new pets,” Hardin growled. “Experimented monsters, half rogues and half demons.” Another hunter lunged at me with a flaming blade. I ducked, rolled, and slammed into him, breaking his ribs with one hit. The blade fell, cutting into the ground where I had just been. Bryan’s wolf howled, a sound that shook the forest. His fangs found another throat, and he tore it apart with a satisfying crack.

He mused getting away from her, he stared at his bloodied hands and could feel blood on his face and chest. Sighing he tossed her unconscious body over his shoulder and walked over to the stream nearby. She was light as a feather. He put her down near the rock before cleaning all the blood. His men arrived just in time, they also had blood on them as they handed him pants. Hunter put them on as he turned around to stare at his possession. Sweet little witch got into the wrong hands. Who would save her from the monster now? Oddly enough he felt excited to torment his new prey as a devilish smirk caressed his lips.