Monster Tamer Manga Novels & Stories

He tilted his head towards the mansion. I stared at James in silence. "I define me." I said softly. "No man -not you, not Georgio... Will decide my story." For a second I felt James look at me. "Careful, heather." He spoke quietly, "words like that? They almost sound admirable." He smirked, "Almost." I glanced at him, irritated. "We need to leave. Now!" "You can't keep hating me if you want, heather. It'll hurt you less when the real monsters come for you?" James said quietly, before entering the car.

Despite seeing Hana in danger with the monster, no one above intends to help her. The circle above became denser and denser; Hana heard Professor Norma shouting and ordering Mr. O. Renci to strengthen protective magic. The monster swayed, but the blue flame on it still clung unforgivingly. Before life and death, it chooses to compromise; its four legs kneel, its head bowed low according to the ritual of taming its master. Tears fire from its two eyes crept through the blue fire and seeped into the ground.

He leaves my mouth and attack my neck, biting and sucking on my soft spot. Soft moans escapes my throat. His other hand goes to my lower body and his fingers find way into my tight.... wet.... hot pussy. The adrenaline was too strong for me to comprehend what exactly is going on... All I want is for him to keep touching me. Slowly, my eyes becomes heavier and heavier.... then darkness swallowed me. To be continued....

He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid to gush out like a fountain, the monster roared in agony causing it to clap its pincer tightly and trash around violently. Amelia felt her knees go weak as she saw what was going on and was unable to do anything about it, tears streamed down her face freely when sudden

My mind is feeling too giddy to focus. Terrax just keeps surprising me. I have never been around any man who treated women with respect, and on Kea, I haven't seen a single man disrespect a woman. It's been a complete one-eighty, and Terrax is the best of the best. Suddenly the crowd goes crazy, so I look up to see what I missed while I was daydreaming. I immediately see another dead beast and a clean-looking champion smiling at the crowd. The dead beast has four arms, just like the last monster, but its skin is red instead of being the color of bark.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

The latter screams, finally stopping to suck my blood. "Get your chip bag!" He gets angry. Your mother made a deal with me. She sold me Lyra! For once, Mutt, respect your commitments! In response, Ryley tugs hard on the man's arm, throwing him into the car behind us. Taken in by the movement, I fall to the ground a little further, bruised but free. I drag myself to the ground as the wolf comes to stand above me to protect me. He growls toothily as his pack runs around us to tear our enemies apart.

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.

MALACHI The sound of her cry ripped me from the abyss, a jolt as violent as a tornado's touch. The wildness within me, that relentless beast, clawed at the edges of my control, desperate to maintain its grip. But her cry, a beacon in the storm, empowered me. Consciousness flooded back. I saw my claws, retracting just as they were poised to tear into Kaida's chest. The monster, driven by a singular, savage intent, had sought to claim her heart, leaving no chance of survival. Kaida, overwhelmed by terror, had succumbed to the shock, collapsing. I shifted, just in time to catch her before her head could strike the ground.

The first monster managed to pull itself halfway out of the mud, raising a massive, clawed hand to summon a bolt of chaotic purple energy. Mwajuma read the tension in its massive shoulder. She knew exactly when the blast was coming. She dropped her center of gravity, slipping beneath the wild, erratic burst of magic that scorched the bark of the root behind her. In a blur of motion, she stepped onto the beast's submerged knee, using it as a stepping stone. She drove her stone-plated elbow straight down into the back of the monster’s neck. The crack of its cervical vertebrae snapping was loud and definitive. The beast went limp, sinking face-first back into the mud.