Monsters Nightcore Novels & Stories

They had been walking around for a few minutes, and when they reached almost the end of the first floor, a sudden wave of monsters began to rush at them from all the surrounding corridors, as if they had come late to the party. Perhaps this Dungeon Core was a bit clumsy… An experienced Dungeon Core would have sent monsters strategically and right away! But this one clumsily sent them all out of the sudden. Or maybe it was a surprise attack of sorts? But everyone sensed the monsters, so it wasn't a surprise at all… A large wave of dozens of Goblins suddenly emerged, but they were different than the green-skinned variants, as they were gray-skinned and charcoal black-skinned. Their eyes gleame

Ancient magic pulsed faintly underfoot, woven into the stone circle that marked the ceremonial space. I wore black. A deep midnight gown, sleeveless and floor-length, with a slit high up my thigh and silver embroidery curling like smoke along the hem. My dark hair was pulled back, braided and pinned with thin silver chains, tiny crystal fangs glinting at the ends like secrets. They had said to dress like a bride. But I didn’t feel like one. I felt like bait. Guests had arrived in full force. Elders from both sides. Powerful wolves cloaked in muted leathers and blood red sashes. Vampires in opulent coats and ivory gloves, the scent of cold moonlight trailing them like perfume. And of course;

She looked cheerful in her pink sleeveless top and white leggings. "If this is truly an act of war against what TMC stands for, then how long would it be before this academy is also attacked?" I asked her rhetorically, leaning against the window frame, and looking out the window at the dark sky, splattered with tiny stars, and designed by two full moons. A nightdiver flew right past my window, followed by two more. They were bird-like creatures that were often seen diving in the air, although they possessed long pointed ears and sharp teeth. They were nocturnal creatures that fed on smaller animals like Mistrats.

The translucent screen remained invisible to Darren, who could only stand by and patiently wait for the results. Ding! {Monster Core Calculation in Progress...} A few seconds later, another notification appeared. {Congratulations, Host. A total of 1,148 monster cores have been obtained.}

It was getting late, though, and Rey knew he had to leave pretty soon. Before leaving, he had two crucial tasks to complete. The first and most important was to extract as many Monster Cores as he could from the Hobgoblins’ depository. As for the latter, it was already staring him in the face. ‘I guess I should do this first…’ Rey smiled widely as he stared at the ‘thing’ that had now become his opponent. It was a NightWolf. The dark fur of the beast swirled in the stale air within the arena that the Hobgoblins had made for him, and its blackened eyes reeked of starvation.

It appeared tonight's harvest would be bountiful. However... To Adrian's surprise, a succession of monsters emerged, flooding the valley like a spectral procession. Soon, the valley teemed with countless creatures, akin to a host of ghosts cavorting in the night. Adrian counted over two hundred monsters, predominantly at the level-seven or level-eight pinnacle, with more than thirty among them at the latter stage. Not only were their numbers formidable, but their strength was also considerable. As the monsters encircled him, Adrian's smile turned cold. "Is this everyone? Seems like you're throwing quite the party here."

They didn't have lower jaws; their faces split open from the throat up, revealing multiple rows of needle-like teeth that dripped with a clear, acidic saliva that hissed as it touched the iron rails. The New Breed monsters didn't target Kaden or the enforcers. They threw themselves into the crowd of fleeing refugees, their long, spider like limbs skewering the older wolves and dragging them into the dark track beds with a terrifying, efficient silence. Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Laila, his hands flying to his temples as his silver eyes began to spin with a frantic, erratic light. He told Laila that the frequency was too loud. He said the monsters weren't hunting; they

His face, which still vaguely resembled a human, was now filled with pure, insane hatred. “Jack…” His voice, now as deep as hell, blared through the lobby’s public address system; he had clearly taken control of the security room. “The game is over. Tonight, all of you… will become sacrifices for my rebirth!” “Marcus!” Jack roared. “On the way!” Marcus’s tactical squad, the “Urban Fangs” disguised as waiters, had drawn their concealed weapons and began evacuating the crowd and engaging the monster in fire. But their bullets struck the black carapace, only sending up a series of ineffective sparks.

Fruto raised his head and nodded gratefully. “It says that low-ranked creatures are the ones that crawl and dominate during the night. They are mostly nocturnal, and can harm one or two humans at the same night. These kinds of monsters prefer to move on their own. Although they can be lethal, it is known that there are rare cases of low-rank creatures creating chaos because they are lazy, hard to control and value singularity. Meanwhile, the mid-ranks are much dangerous. They can band and unite to kill everyone in one city. They have the power to create bloodbath if led by the strongest among their rank. The kind of monsters that belong here are those that can walk during the day.

The bass thumped through the walls of the old converted warehouse on the industrial edge of the city, a low, relentless pulse that vibrated in every chest. Friday night, just past midnight in late August. The sign outside read “STORAGE – NO ENTRY” but everyone knew better. Inside, the air was thick—sweat, poppers, cologne, cum, and the faint metallic bite of lube. They called it Circuit Noir. Invitation-only. No phones past the door. Masks optional but encouraged. Tonight the theme was black leather and chrome. Half the men wore harnesses, jocks, boots, nothing else. The rest were already stripped to skin or less.