Monster Synthesis Master Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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!”

He said, frowning as he trailed his finger on her face. She was beautiful. He'd give her credit for that. "I'm not going to kill anyone for you." "And who said you should?" He asked, raising a brow. "Didn't you say you would train me to become a monster? A queen of the world?" She said, mimicking his words to have him smile. "Get up." He ordered. She stood up, the day was getting misty but there was still time. It was just four thirty eight. The car stopped and she looked out to see that they were back at the mansion.

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.

Then, her dying in my arms. Her blood on my hands. Her voice calling me... monster. A burning vengeance ignites inside of me, and my eyes snap open. "Impossible—" they murmur. I inhale, and the restraints tremble. "Get away from me," I snarl, my healing ability kicking in. The blade clatters as my chest pushes it out and my restraints crack. My captors stumble backward. "He's regenerating! Stop him! Stop the frequency —" Too late.

Monster: Psychedelic Jellyfish King (Boss) Monster Level: 20 Health: 180,630/220,000 Attack: 400 Defense: 30 Condition: Injured (Poisoned) Skills: Mind Control (High), Tentacle Slam, Constrict, Water Barrage (In water), Devour, Berserk Looking at the Psychedelic jellyfish king's stats, Kirou could only shake his head while looking under the skills section. Because Kirou had to get within seven meters of the monster to see its stats, it's no wonder why Mistake Fox had gotten his minotaur stolen from him. It seems that without prior knowledge, it was impossible to avoid someone falling under the control of that creature. The only saving grace for Mistaken Fox is that he allowed his minotaur to