Monster Tamer Novels & Stories

The tears were flowing out like an unstoppable stream. Axel took over and I shifted into my wolf clawing at the monster's face. It looked up at me confusedly while I growled slowly at it. It roared at me again, trying to push me away. Tate stepped in using his fast reflexes to slow down the monster and the beast grabbed him and threw him against the wall. He groaned painfully before falling down on his knees. I turned to the beast who seemed confused at Tate. Its eyes widened slightly at the sight of his injury and it slowly walked closer towards Tate as if to check what had happened.

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.

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

I want to learn what makes him feel good. I take a shaky breath to collect myself as the champions come to a stop in the middle of the field. Each of the men looks ready and confident for the day's fights. Modok especially looks at ease as his eyes find mine. "You will place your index finger on the screen, and the selector will assign your monster. Good luck, champions," the announcer says as he approaches the glowing champion at the beginning of the line. He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line.

Unique skill- short distance teleportation. Tem>> Air Tank 'S class' [ Sea Turtle appearance with an extremely hard exoskeleton and 'surf the sky'. Air and ground mobility. Normal S class type, support class air defence and ground defence, low ground mobility , medium air mobility. Low aggressive combat familiar. 90% Immune to physical damage and 85% Immune to spells with 10% evasion rate. Unique skill- No longer consumes spiritual energy after summoned.]

Its fangs are larger than the last two creators and it looks more intelligent. I am glad Krystal isn't looking at this monster. "Next Commander Saz," the announcer says and the Cok Commander comes out looking cocky. He messes with the massive monster for a little while before killing it, but nothing exciting happens. Each champion is handling their beast with ease. The next few monsters are ugly and big, but the champions dispatch them just as easily as the previous champions. It seems like no matter how big or dangerous the beast the champions are used to fighting them.

I have no idea but Ryder tends to have that effect on me every single time. Ryder raised up his hands in mock surrender and smiled cockily, “I am not here to fight with you tiger, you know that.” “Hmmmmm.” Sure I knew. Ryder never looks for a fight and I guess that was the annoying thing about him. He was always calm, and collected and it irks me because how could he just be so…..perfect even in the face of chaos? I wanted to hate him so much because he is an enemy but his calmness was making it impossible to.

He disposed of them as easily as splitting rotten wood. "Take this!" One man approached Logan from behind, sounding displeased with the situation. "Tam's technique is incredible!" exclaimed the man with the red bandana, his eyes filled with anticipation. Tam Gore possessed a technique similar to Samitra from the Divine Creed's Exos. He could instantly expand his body, making it as hard as steel. It was said that blades couldn't penetrate him. Tam focused his mystique energy, but Logan ignored him. Instead, Logan went after another fighter behind him and casually tossed him into the air. The man fell from the sky, crashing to the ground in a bloody heap.

And what he was offering me was more lucrative than a bag of diamonds to me. "Who is...who is going to teach me?" I asked. "His name is Marco Alessi. You'd stay with him as long as it takes to learn and complete the training. Like I said before, no one's going to violate you—ever. But as far as your training goes, you'd listen to each and every word that Marco says. You'd respect him, obey him and do whatever he asks you to do." "What if he is—" "He is not a monster, Aurora. He is a tough guy but he won't torture you or hurt you. Yes, he might push your limits but you'd be safe with him. I will pay you a visit once a week until I am sure that you are good on your own."

And for ten years, the Ringmaster made us his slave. I swallow hard. The thoughts is terrible, much less the practice. Keeping elves and wovens are slaves is one thing; pitching them against each other is just brutal and perhaps worse than in human. Torek Texas a stone up in the air and catches it without looking. He has sharp reflexes that much I can tell one that I wonder if he had learned in the ring.