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Yet now, faced with the cruel truth, the pain was unbearable. After saying that, Mom grabbed me by the collar. Her expression twisted with malice as she snarled, "Hand over the money, or don't bother calling me 'Mom'!" I wiped my tears and let out a cold laugh. "Fine." That single word made her freeze. When she came to her senses, a dark, vicious gleam flickered in her eyes. The next second, there was a deafening crack against my skull. Darkness swallowed my vision whole. When I woke up again, I couldn't see a thing.

Not the one the elders whispered about. The monster beneath monsters. “The fuck…” I choked out. “Draven, the King of the Underworld Monarch.” His voice shook the room. Damien and Riven paused. I froze in his grasp. Then he lifted me higher, squeezing my ribs until it hurt. “You need to stop,” he barked at him. “Or I snap her neck.” My breath caught. Damien landed on the ground hard, his chest heaving—but not a scratch on him. That should’ve comforted me.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

The Rank 9 King Kong put on a cold expression and fixed its gaze on Lucas. "Lucas the Demon, do you think you're in control of the entire Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks?" The Rank 9 King Kong was 8 meters tall, and it looked like a huge dragon. 'One look and I know that it may be athletic, but it has a simple mindset!' Nevertheless, the Rank 9 King Kong was definitely not a simple-minded being. 'Since both the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman and Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race are afraid, it would mean that this fella has some skills.'

Tell him this my name is Lone ,you don't know me ,but I'm damn sure you must have heard about me and the kingdoms I've conquered ,a long time ago ,you probably can't remember now ,you killed my parents and I'm coming for revenge ,nothing can save you from my wrath I'm going to screw you down to tiny little pieces ,and take away your pride ,if you've received this message its because I'm already on my way ,your end is on the way ,run away very very far ,I'll still find you and kill you ,its a must. I let out an evil grin ,kumara stood there in awe ,didn't move or say a word ,finally he swallows up some of his saliva ,as he shivers , every one in the room keeps silent looking at me like they'

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

He hadn't seen a gaze like that in hundreds of years. "You..." his voice was a little unsteady. "You're not afraid of me?" "Afraid of you?" I tilted my head. "Why would I be? You're not a real monster." "I am a monster," he insisted. "I am the Shadow Lord. I devour light and tear souls apart—" "Oh, right," I nodded. "Method acting. Total commitment. I respect that." Kael was silent. Utterly, completely silent. He had no idea how to respond.

Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you and look good doing it." His long shoulder length green hair was left undone and freshly combed. He looked more like Kaelithra's older brother than her father, which was just one of the perks of being over a thousand years old and immortal.

RAVEN. Kane tried to get up but he couldn't. He shook his head, disoriented. Merek walked forward. "Submit," Merek said softly. Kane snarled and he tried to bite. Merek touched him again. Kane collapsed, whimpering. He rolled onto his back, exposing his throat. Silence filled the quarry. It was shucking. It seemed unbelievable. that The monster was defeated. By a touch only. Merek looked at the Silverfangs on the ridge.