Monster Slayers Novels & Stories

“Same as you.” “Why?” he asked. “Is the kingdom at war?” “No,” she assured him. He looked relieved about that, since his father would be called into battle if a war did erupt between Frindom and another kingdom. “I was training to… kill the dragon.” It sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth now, now that she knew the truth, that Slate was a shifter and that he hadn’t actually been killing the people he took with him all of these years. But it was the truth, and she wasn’t about to lie to Gavin, not now.

If anyone deserved to be left to the mercy of monsters, it was them. The boss nodded slowly, as though weighing my resolve. “If that’s your decision,” he said, “then we press forward.” Lydia pointed at the approaching orc-monkeys. “See their weapons? Crooked swords, shields from tree trunks, even maces. They don’t just hunt—they strategize.” ‘And they’re coming,’ Naila growled in my mind, her voice sharp with warning. “Butcher, get ready,” the boss ordered, his tone steady. “Gladly,” Butcher said, his grin widening.

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

—I said, "Give us the girls and we promise to leave this town. —Are you giving me an order? —My eyes change as well as my personality turning into the psychopath everyone says I am —How is your brother by the way? He grinds his teeth as many years ago, I killed him for fun. —Change of plans, destroy the town completely and kill them all. We'll see what the others will think when they learn that the Baltimore Clan and all its power was destroyed. —That's not good," Dalton mutters as he sees more vampires and one or two other wolves join them. The fight began and I mercilessly cut many to pieces without exhausting myself, protecting her is my goal and anyone who wants to take my light from me

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

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.

We were drenched, shivering, and surrounded by a curtain of grey mist and orange fire. "Julian, your hand," I gasped, seeing the blood soaking through his sleeve. He’d caught a piece of shrapnel during the lab escape. "It doesn't matter," he rasped, pressing me back against the warm steel of the stack. He looked at me, and for a second, the scientist disappeared. The "Monster" disappeared. There was only a man who had finally realized what he was fighting for. "Elara, if the uplink doesn't catch... if the 'Sequence 6' doesn't broadcast..."

For a moment, something like admiration flickered across her face. For a brief moment, I wondered if she was impressed by my defiance. Then, a wicked smile curled across her lips, and she parted her black lips to speak once more. “To get to the moonbird,” she said, her voice dark and mocking, “you must first accept my challenge. I present you the twelve Zodiac monsters, each possessing their own might. Try to defeat them all with your skills honed and bright.” She said with a cold smile. “The ram charges fiercely, always bold, While the bull’s might can never be controlled.