Monster Synthesis Master Novels & Stories

But Angel Pharmaceutical hadn't figured out a way to control these monsters, so they had never been put to use before. But now, Klinsmann wanted to kill Lev and his companions at all costs. So he let the 10 monsters out. But he still underestimated Lev and the others. Although each of these monsters was as powerful as a grand master, their enemies were much stronger. None of the staff of Daddy Security Company was below the seventh level of the supreme power realm while Lev had already reached the Saint stage after he transformed into a Werewolf. In the beginning, these monsters looked fierce and rushed at their enemies without fear, but they were soon killed by Lev. The rest fled in panic a

"And now it's come to kill me." As I watched Hye Jin retreat, I knew exactly what was going on. This was a monster that could manipulate its mana to take the form of something or someone who had been through a lot of trauma. Monsters created using this method generally targeted the victim's most vulnerable memories, to the point where they could even mimic the voice of their victims. I looked over to Minseok; unlike the others, Minseok had a blank expression on his face. I wondered if the fact that Minseok was a Guide made him immune to this attack.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

She slides to the ground where she lies unmoving, and she doesn’t get back up. Left to bargain with the werebear on my claim, I brace myself with a dim enchantment constrain field, picking to move back into human shape. As the monster charges, I duck down some time recently springing up, tossing the entire damn thing into the stone divider of the Foundation. Others come, prepared to break down the entryway, and I thrust them back, burrowing into everything I was instructed amid my preparing. One after another, I toss, impact, nibble, and handle them, overlooking the torment and the fatigue. If the final thing I do is keep them from breaking in and crushing my pack, at that point so be it. Cl

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

He kept the telescope away, and he indifferently said, “God of War, Power of Almighty. If we let go now, we will only lose a tool like Anthony. But if we don’t let it go, I’m afraid that we’ll all be destroyed.” Weiss was shocked. Since he followed his master, he had never heard such timid words from him. In fact, his master had been killing people. On the west coast, he was even so incredible that he could kill anyone. So, he was known as “Master Centipede.” A powerful man like this would also feel frightened. It could be seen how scary the enemy they were facing now. Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?”

Beckham turned around and looked toward a middle-aged man seated on the sofa. “Master Howe, Kayson possesses extraordinary capability. Are you certain that you can defeat him?” Seated cross-legged on the sofa, Master Howe assumed a confident expression and said in contempt, “Don’t worry, Mr. Yoder. My mentor, Adalon Gray, has given me ten charms that will allow me to kill anyone below the smasher level easily!”

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Yes master,” the heavily built, dark eyed guard said. He bowed, then walked out swiftly from the chamber. He needed no seer to let him know this mission was specifically his to carry out. He set out in search of Bryce and the master's briefcase, not without a tracking device. **