Monsters Graphic Novels & Stories

I placed the key beside the piece of paper in my hand. They matched perfectly. This was not a normal pack symbol. This was something the world was never supposed to see again. The mark of the Forbidden Lineage. Centuries ago, the royal family had hunted down an entire bloodline of powerful wolves. The old stories said their abilities were too dangerous. Their power was too unpredictable. They were called monsters. The previous King ordered every record of them destroyed. Every book. Every symbol. Every mention of their existence. The kingdom believed they were gone forever. But now… I looked at the burned parchment again.

Xie Fuan said with a serious expression, reminding his own men of their primary purpose for coming to this battlefield. “Alright!” They were certainly aware and weren’t letting themselves get too complacent just because their journey had gone smoothly. In fact, they were even more on guard because the journey had been so smooth that they felt a storm they couldn’t withstand might be brewing. ……. “Hihihi, is it here? Right here? Come on, I’m going to turn all of you into my chess pieces!” Inside a swamp, a green fairy gazed at the many swamp monsters that were sleeping. All of these monsters were at the Emperor level, and they were a species of crocodiles with half-water-dragon lineage. That

“Inspect the tableware, Chika.” Confused by his focus on the porcelain, I stepped to the mahogany edge and picked up a heavy, custom-fired ceramic bowl. To my absolute disbelief, an elite graphic artist had printed a stylized, sharp-chinned cartoon image of my wolf form—complete with my distinct silver-tinted fur and arrogant scowl—directly onto the glaze of every plate and vessel. Thinking my vision was playing tricks due to the concussion, I picked up a platter, inspecting the border work three times.

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

Adrian continued, "The drawings also say that it was the immortals who were victorious. Young and brave immortals had almost succeeded in sealing him away, but he managed to escape after sustaining severe injuries. Later on, the Creator was too afraid to appear. Instead, he created monsters and sent them to our world to kill the remaining humans. These monsters were snake men, walking skeletons, and other strange-looking demons. They were all cold, mindless beings whose only purpose was to kill."

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

He greeted Rael warmly, and I soon realized the two knew each other. “Check her wound,” came Rael's curt reply, making the man click his tongue. “Nice to meet you, I'm Elvis,” he introduced himself, his lips curling up into a smile that soon vanished in the next second once he met Rael's glare. He proceeded to check my wound before cleaning it up and dressing it. All the while, Rael stood at the side, his aura making the air in the room drop. Why did he suddenly look so scary? As though he would swallow anyone who dared to say anything at this moment. I shivered.

They probably representing personalities from the past— some important falk's, I guess. My eyes narrowed at the weapon they are holding. To my surprise, symbols are lying in there. Who seems to be different, depending on who's holding it. But when the sun suddenly showed up, one statue lures my attention. The sun made its simple red structure into a flaming crystal. A scene that I can't keep my eyes on. I looked at her hands and saw her magnificent bow and arrow, owning a symbol that made my heart skipped for an unknown reason. It's a blazing bird, a Phoenix.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.