Novel & Cerita Monster Tamer

I shrugged it off, after all this was an academy, he probably was just one of the top-notch teachers. He had six stars shining on his chest and exuding a very impressive aura. He was actually a 6-star beast tamer! In the Acorn Valley, it was already a wonderful feat, just to be able to become a beast tamer in first place. To go all the way to 6-star was just unimaginable. The higher the rank, the higher the difficulty the test would be. Madman Fei cracked his voice as if wanting to speak. Everyone quickly went silent and pricked their ears up in attention, so as not to miss a single word out.

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

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

Instead of staying here and letting him continue to toy with me, I would rather go back and spend the last two months of my life with my parents. But the moment the system heard my decision, its shrill voice cut through the air. "Terminate this mission? Are you serious? You're the top performer in this batch of transmigrators!" I was stunned. "Top performer?" "That's right! I've been counting on you to complete this mission so I can finally claim my bonus and retire! If you quit, how am I ever supposed to retire?" "Wait, I still don't get it." I opened the status panel and double-checked the numbers. "Jake's affection level for me is only 60% right now. With a score this low, how could I pos

Just her own face, replaying over and over. She raced to the console, slamming buttons, trying to break the loop—but the screen wouldn’t respond. Then— A new image appeared. Luciano. He was outside the vault, kneeling. Blood pouring from a wound in his side. “Luciano!” she screamed, pounding the metal wall. But it was only a video. Not a live feed. The timestamp was from three minutes ago. Suddenly, the vault’s comms cracked to life. “You should’ve known, sweetheart. Monsters never die. They just wait.”

We even mapped escape routes and pinpointed weak spots in his security. We were going in. Alive capture only. Marco strapped explosives to his tactical vest, grimacing like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “Last time I used a stun grenade, I was fourteen. Felt like I was throwing firecrackers in a gunfight.” Aurora adjusted the vest over her torso as Marco helped her fasten the final clip. “As much as I want to kill that motherfucker, I can’t. Not until Sammy’s back. So yeah—kiddie bombs it is.”

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

The light smashes into my chest, making me stumble, but I remain on my feet. Turning back to Taylor, I narrow my eyes with shock when I end up facing some kind of grotesque monster. “Taylor?” I ask. What the hell? The monster-Taylor opens its mouth and gives me a glimpse of sharp rotting teeth before he lets out a booming roar. I can’t believe it. How is it possible that Taylor can turn into a monster? Taylor is massive, with a gaunt pallor and a bald head. His whole body is bursting with overinflated muscles. It looks like his skin is so tight that all you see is what is underneath. His eyes are still glowing, and in his left hand, there’s a large metal ax. His chest is heaving under the s