Novel & Cerita Monster

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

“I think I misplaced the card he wrote it on. I will go over his place right now and ask him. Do I even know where he lives? Like how the fuck do you expect me to know that, you grumpy old man” “You didn’t notice anything about him?” “He’s about 5’7 feet tall, red eyes, wields a Scythe probably a member of those insanely annoying cult groups that is popping up lately. Oh, he uses a weird power” “What do you mean by weird?” He ask, eyes squinted “All his attacks are black and I think it looked like a shadow. Weird, right?” “Could it be…?” he rubs his chin “Is Blondie someone important?” he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun

The area needs to be cleared first. “stay in your position, I repeat, stay in your position”, he announced. One woman from the tribe screamed when she saw a walking creature towards them. It was a seven feet tall amphibious monster. Blue green in color and has eight horns. The body looked like a dragon but its skin was slimy like an earth worm. The monster came from nowhere. Everyone was completely horrified. “move, move”, Adam commanded. The troops prepared their weapons. “fire”, Adam ordered. They fired the creature but to their disappointments, the monster wasn’t even bothered.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

A man whose job is to make sure people stop existing cleanly, without questions or aftermath. He has never spared a target nor hesitated, and he has never returned to a job unfinished. Until Rhea. ADRAIN KOVAĆ’S POV Fuck! I can’t believe am finally tasting her… I know what I am! I know I’m a monster, a devil, a manipulator who bends situations until they fit my hand perfectly. I don’t and have never feigned otherwise, I’ve done things that don’t deserve forgiveness, things that would rot most men from the inside if they let themselves think about it too long.

The young man's eyes had widened at the sight of the grinning giant with the split face. "I-I don't know what you talking about…" He had stammered, eyes not able to leave the sight of the monster before him. Christopher knew that his eyes had gone cold at that moment when his smile disappeared. "Well sell it somewhere else, asshole. And give me your name. NOW!"

He paced back and forth, muttering more nonsense before leaving and locking the door behind him. Who was he talking about? Who promised her to him. She started to feel tired again, and before she knew it, her eyes were closing. She tried to fight the urge, she needed to stay awake. She needed to remember. She just felt so weak. She thought of her stranger, her mate, she thought of Ethan, Lily, and her wolf Ava. She thought of her dad, Sarah, and Landon. Her mind went back to her stranger. Her stranger, who was also her mate. She wanted to feel him again as she had felt him in her dreams. Her whole encounter with him had to have been a dream, especially as her body started to drift off, and h

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Daniel says as he checks his bullets "Sweetheart we need you to go down first," Shadow says. Okay so they do want me dead right bet "Shadow" hearing those words everything goes black Obsidian POV: Walking towards the doors of warehouse 233 I casually walk through the doors. The men instantly stop their poker game and they turn to look at me "Are you lost pretty girl? " one of the men says looking at me with pervy eyes Ignoring him I carry on walking in. Joining the poker table they all look at me dumbfoundedly