Monster Master Novels & Stories

An uncomfortable silence ensued, a nerve had been struck and he knew it "I'm so--" He was cut off by a powerful blast of magic that just narrowly missed his head "You must die" Came a harsh raspy voice from the Humanoid Golem "The Mistress requires it!" She sprung into action before it could fire another shot, her twin blades whizzing like bugs through the air and rending off it's arms leaving clay where blood should have been, the clay simply began forming new arms, eight arms laid around her, making a total count of four reanimating monsters

What, after all, is his purpose? "Let's get this party started!" He was giving orders to Harem with a hoarse voice filled with danger. Harem then let his men open the door, and they all entered the cell together; the monsters smelled blood and rushed toward Azura and Elmer, but the mysterious man stopped them in time, and they growled, scared back. Azura realized the man in the black robe was the master of these monsters, and a dangerous and evil aura surrounded him. The roars of monsters woke Elmer up at this point. Their blood-red eyes were staring at the two, their sharp fangs bared, and slime from their mouths kept falling to the ground; these monsters saw Azura and Elmer as prey.

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

Various information appeared. Shadow Monster: Rank 3. Whether it goes on the offense: Takes the initiative to attack. Scope of attack: Twenty feet. Special traits: High speed, division. Mu Shaoai punched the trunk of a large tree. "Bastard! How can a Rank 3 monster show up in a Grade 1 district?!"

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.

"And aren't you supposed to be in your game right now?" "The monster is a massive and fearsome creature with thick, scaly skin that is nearly impenetrable. Its body is covered in spines and horns, and its massive jaws are filled with razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes are red and glowing, and they seem to gleam with fierce intelligence. Its limbs are thick and muscular, capable of crushing bones with ease. And when it moves, it does so with an almost unnatural grace, its massive bulk seeming to glide effortlessly through the forest."

Samantha implied that Blake bleeding out was worth it as long as Anita never showed up in front of Andrew, and her secound mistake was calling Anita a human when she was supposed to be one herself. "You heard me right you fat pig, are you deaf now?" Growled Samantha who was resisting with her last breath the urge to morph and scratch her rival in love fat face with her claws, but she knew instinctively that the guys surrounding them would pounce on her before she even completed her transformation.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."