Monster Trio Novels & Stories

"I guess I underestimate you,but it is time to know what a man aged several centuries can do,50 percent of power is enough to kill two of you." "I'm bestia de terror"as a letter "T" appeared and disappeared immediately. "It is time for them to know what the beast of terror can do" The monster leaped out the carter that was caused by the blast with a dark aura evolving around him as the weather turned dark. Mira sped toward the monster,she tried punching him but to her dismay,he ducked easily and grabbed her effortlessly and threw her off. He blasted the masked boy with the dark wave evolving from his hand and smashed him hard making him pass out immediately.

Aeshua hissed. “Aeshua, Let’s go home. Nana might be looking for you. We found Toro already.” The eldest among the three boys said as he grabbed on Aeshua, dragging her with all his might. “It’s him, Jim.” Aeshua said. “He’s found us.” She added. * * * * * * * * * Monsters. They are Monsters. Melo mumbled. “Melo, wake up, sweetie.” He heard a soft, gentle voice but the moment Melo opened his eyes, he was taken aback his seat and he shouted frantically,

So there was no way the next Blue Team member would be able to deal with Orange Monk. Soon, the next Blue Team member walked to the centre of the stadium. He was a handsome man, just like Blue Mantis. But he was slightly taller than Blue Mantis and had a stocky build. “The next representative for the Blue Team, the powerful Strength Type Thrasher, Musclehead, is here!” Peter shouted loudly. The crowd quickly erupted into cheers as they tried to encourage Musclehead. Although they knew that Musclehead was weaker than Orange Monk, they were hoping for a miracle.

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

Andi suggested, giving Beth a nudge with her elbow she couldn’t ignore. “My mom wants us all to go to the drive in on Saturday to see Cliffhanger,” Beth replied, not turning her head away from the ball diamond as the first batter for Everton approached home plate. She was busy watching Sammy play catch with another one of the infielders, and she wouldn’t let Andi’s negativity ruin that for her. “Brittany’s car is fine. Besides, you know my mom doesn’t like me to hang out on the square anyway.” “Your mom is so afraid you’re going to get pregnant, I wonder if she even knows how it works,” Lexy said before giving them a finger, the signal she was turning on the microphone. She announced the fir

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

he shouted. It was a silent morning at the red roger pack. Trevor was on his seat, lost in his thoughts. His right hand was placed on the handle of the seat, while he rested his chin on it. A guard was at hisback, his sword by his hand. Trevor had just sent for Malcolm some minutes ago, bur he was still not hear. He was contemplating whether to tell him about what the moon goddess said to him or he should just keep it to himself. But there was no way he could go about it without telling anyone. Malcolm arrived wearing a black trouser and an armor on it. He knelt on one knee and used the mouth of his sword as the other.

The man called Tristan said. “Your brother fall into the wrong company. It’s not Black Dragon’s fault that he died.” The other man calmly explained. Wow… That man is different from this one. He had some decency left. “I will kill that Black Dragon.” Tristan said again. “I said I didn’t know you or your brother.” JD said as he came into the room. “I am Tristan Montero, brother of Ernest Montero, the one you killed on one of the warehouses in downtown L.A. last week.” Tristan angrily said.

I cried. Wait! Was I talking to him or his statue? Did he hear me or I was wasting my time? "I think my mom is already done with the monster by now."I thought before summoning her in my room. "Artie. Anu? H.How did this happen to him? Who did this?"mother breathed the moment she appeared in the room. "His mom did this to him. I wonder how a mother would think of hurting her own child."I said sounding surprised.