Monster Lust 소설 & 이야기

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

"I guess I underestimate you,but it is time to know what a man aged several centuries can do,50 percent of power is enough to kill two of you." "I'm bestia de terror"as a letter "T" appeared and disappeared immediately. "It is time for them to know what the beast of terror can do" The monster leaped out the carter that was caused by the blast with a dark aura evolving around him as the weather turned dark. Mira sped toward the monster,she tried punching him but to her dismay,he ducked easily and grabbed her effortlessly and threw her off. He blasted the masked boy with the dark wave evolving from his hand and smashed him hard making him pass out immediately.

“Why did you come here?” “Don’t know,” I repeated. “You’re looking for brown ones,” said the man who threw the rock at me earlier. “Why?” the other man asked, his silver eyes are trying to intimidate me. What do these monsters think of me? “Am I?” I replied. The one with silver eyes whispered something to the man with blue eyes and he nodded before leaving the cell. Leaving me and this silver-eyed monster along. He slowly walks until he reached the tip of my right foot.

Nicholas I drive for a while. Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it. Cielo not seeming upset about Sly's death, I can understand. It's shitty, but I get it. Sly was not a warm, loving father. For outward appearances, he was exactly as he should be, of course, but behind closed doors, he was a fucking monster. If it was just towards me, maybe that would have made sense in some bizarre universe, in some backwards logic, but he also beat his acknowledged son. I saw that firsthand, and he was merciless when he did it, as merciless as when he beat me.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Out of the mist came a monster. Distorted. Scrambled. It moved like a man but walked like a terror. Its jaw was open, unhinged, its flesh a mass of blistered skin. Black ichor seeped from its fingers—fingers that once belonged to a human. Krishna moved forward, over Ignatius's protest. The monster hissed and ran at her. She held up her hand—and fire responded. It wasn't fire. It was white and hotter than fire, streaked with violet and gold, old and angry. It hit the beast in mid-thrust, burning it to ash in a shriek that resonated for miles.

An ugly, ferocious monster in armor shot out of it with a spear in its hand. The monster roared, opening its mouth to shoot out black mist which covered the sky. It had an extremely powerful corrosive aura. Chase's eyes widened. The aura released by the monster was equivalent to a peak martial deity. Moreover, it had an extremely tough exterior that looked like it was made from steel. He did not hesitate. If he was struck by the black mist from the monster, he would instantly be corroded to nothing. He hugged his arms and channeled the vital spirit in his core. Massive and powerful energy overwhelmed him suddenly, like a flood that spread out to all his limbs. It fused into every cell in his

“Before more show up.” After what feels like forever, we enter a big chamber beneath the ruins. At its middle is a pedestal. Resting atop it is a sparkling silver stone…the Moon Stone. It hums with energy. As I walk forward, the ground rumbles again. This time, it’s not guardians. It’s something worse. From the shadows, a hideous monster rises. It’s at least ten feet tall, clothed in dark armor with flashing red fractures running through its breast. Horns twist from its skull-like head, and eyes burn like fire.

A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld. I also added monsters like the last one I had created just in case the monsters arrived and I needed a chance to escape. This time, I gave them super strength, a little more height, and speed. The black mist appeared just as three scorpion-wolves stepped out of the forest, their eyes on me, and roared. Taking an involuntary step back, I summoned my earth powers. Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!