Monsters And Maidens Novels & Stories

Bella took an excuse and she exit. Monica sat down happily, feeling satisfied. "Get back to your senses Monica, she is our classmate, your age mate" "So? What matters is that she's just an housemaid. She probably cooked the food you're eating, probably washed your clothes too and mopped everywhere. She is just a freaking maid" " She is and she's not, she would be attending our school tomorrow " "What?" She exclaimed. "I mean why?" "Maybe you should learn how to stop looking down on someone. Oh just because I said she's a maid, you thought all she ought to do every now and then is the domestic house chores? You least expected her to attend our school of all schools?"

His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations. "Are you ready, alpha?" Zane nodded, then moved his eyes away from the moon. The priestess nodded, then pushed her staff into the ground, so it stood firm. She then brought a knife, then extended her hand to Zane, while she stood outside the ring of fire. He gave her his palm, and she quickly slit it open, just as the moon popped behind the cloud, as if to bless the occasion. The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire.

Meanwhile, Abyss led a hunting team with other members, such as some of the Orcs led by Dura, Natalia, and other of the newly summoned and upgraded monsters, who practiced their skills. The area around the castle was mostly peaceful when Ainz was here or when the barrier was erected, but now that everything seemed empty, monsters continuously tried to move into the castle and destroy it. It was sometimes strange to see the monsters being so obsessed with this, but it seemed that it was because of the Miasma that Chaos produced naturally. Monsters are creatures that enjoy being near high-miasma zones, and Chaos who constantly produced it was showering his entire place with miasma, the more he

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

I replied, nodding to Lucien before stepping out toward the elevated balcony overlooking the main ceremonial arena. The Silverfang Ceremony Chamber was packed to capacity with the city’s most dangerous predators. Captains from the Okafor Moon Clan, enforcers from the Afolayan Dominion, and lieutenants from the Whitmore syndicate stood shoulder to shoulder, their scent markers clashing in a suffocating wave of dominant aggression. I took my place behind the massive, ancient ceremonial drum set at the apex of the stage, lifting the heavy silver-tipped mallets. As I struck the taut leather, a deep, rhythmic thrum echoed through the chamber, silencing the low murmurs of the crowd.

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."

I hit the basement landing just as a guttural, grinding hiss echoes down the corridor. My heart stops dead in my chest. Thirty feet away, between Liora and the heavy steel doors of the Saferoom, three grotesque hybrid monsters block the path. They are half-shifted nightmares, hulking mountains of warped muscle and matted grey fur, their claws dripping with virulent, glowing green poison. And they are cornering my mate. Liora is standing her ground, the Silver Dagger raised, its ruby hilt blazing with crimson light. Miss Ophelia is beside her, swinging her iron skillet with deadly intent, keeping one of the beasts at bay. But the other two are closing in on Liora.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."