Monster Mc Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

| I used to know my heroes before they were famous I read about them on stapled pieces of paper called comic books Oh, how cool they looked so unique and twisted weird and one-track-minded | But now they’ve hit the jackpot they’re on the silver screen they’re larger than life I don’t know why they’re smaller than they seemed I’m not just talking about Antman but animal and color-themed and everyone else in between | [Chorus] MCU Mom Sees You She has full control of the content Oh, you think you’re so independent You think you died and to heaven you went

To Bonnie, he continued, "And I've got a very big proposition for you." "What kind of proposition?" Bonnie asked. "You should get your friends," he said. "What's the name they took after they split? The Bone Hills Howlers?" "The Howlers are no friends to the Blood Dogs," Bonnie said, sternly. "Maybe, but you're looking at the representative of each MC's primary employer." I could see by the look on Bonnie's face that this was news to her. "I need both of your little groups' undivided attention," Madoc added.

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

I won't believe it if anyone tells me that isn't gold. Would I be rich if I chipped off some of the gold and sell it? [Scaled Manticore - Mystic rank] [ Scaled Manticore - Mystic rank] Level 0 Exp- 0/15000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 450 STR- 150 DEF-345 DEX-69 Speed- 58 AGI-58 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art( Unique) Penetrating Volley(Mystic) Resistance(Mystic) Cursed( Unique) Plated Form(Mystic)

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.

Malik's Guard's must have had silver with them, otherwise they wouldn't stand a chance against a Phantom. At least that's what I heard. Until today, I didn't actually fully believe they existed. "I'm going to get you some help," Malik breathes, bringing his face down achingly close to mine. I could smell the subtle spice scent of him, see his eyes as the drift down to my lips for less than a second. Then, his arms are suddenly under me, and he is picking me up. That's when a spike of pain attacked my back, streaking to my head like a heavy bat that knocked consciousness out of me.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

That beast Nicodra describes with such passion-the monster. I prance through the trees like bait, asking something to hunt me. Somehow his scent is all around as if he's been scouring this wood for hours already, rubbing his thick coat on the bark of each tree he passes. When I prepare to dash, a low, guttural noise warns me not to. I look over my shoulder and he's there like a ghost. He's the phantom of the forest and no one trespasses without paying the consequence.