Novel & Cerita Monstrous Heart Manga

Neu and Hikari then started it. Hikari started it by sketching a manga and Neu started to modify it to better meanwhile Nimura was watching over them and tell them if there was any problem. (I would like to put some samples based on what did I do back then, but I can't put the picture. Maybe you can watch the sample that of manga that I made by myself on tapas by searching the book name. 'monster hunter story -the returns-'. There was a novel version in W*****d. The story was written by me in 2019)

He coughed out a handful of blood as my fingers closed around his throbbing heart. With a twist, I tore it free, and Kael staggered, blood spraying in a dark arc, his body convulsing as life drained from him. He collapsed in a heap, the monster reduced to nothing, his reign of terror snuffed out in the flames he had ignited. The world spun and the silvery fire flickered and died as my strength gave out. I dropped the heart, watching it roll into the ashes, and crumpled to the blanket. “It’s done,” I murmured to the air as darkness claimed me.

I wanted total submission. Chika’s silver eyes widened in absolute shock as he gasped against my mouth. I returned his panicked stare with a cold, unyielding focus. To him, I was acting like a rabid hound, literally drawing blood from his lip to mark my territory. Refusing to yield, Chika dug his claws into my thigh again. Enraged by his continued defiance, I tightened my grip on his waist and bit his lip a second time, forcing a low, breathy groan from his throat as he struggled frantically to break the lock of my arms.

Too weak. Inside, it's an absolute war zone. Shattered glass, splintered desks, and snapped chair legs are scattered across the floor. In the center of the destruction stand two monsters. The vampire is breathtaking. Liviel was right, it's a Cain Awakened. Specifically, it's Ilius Napki, a wildly famous fourth-year elite. Ilius folds his massive crimson wings, barely fitting inside the ruined room. Silver hair sweeps over rose-colored eyes as he lowers his gaze. He looks utterly aloof—an elegant, melancholic prince standing dead center in a bloody war zone.

I can still hear my heart beating like crazy, and I'm panting hard. Rose helps me lie down on the bed and keeps squeezing my hand, saying everything will be alright. Maybe 10 minutes later, I can hear loud steps on the floor. The wolf enters the room, my wolf. His fur is dirty with blood, and I'm sure also with flesh and insides that once belonged to Andrew. Rose backs away slowly from me, her head bowed in submission, her eyes on the floor.

Elena has been keeping her nose in books all the time, if anyone knows what it means is her. "Nope, not a clue." I said as the took the glass jar that had a glowing heart, the heart was beating. Then it hit me. I had seen a jar like that before and it also had a heart, the heart wasn't beating or glowing, it was black like burned coal. "Legend has it that every wolf pack gets their magic from somewhere, they said as long as the heart beats, the pack will always have magic. It is said that it never stops beating beauting because everytime a member of the pack dies,

“Now, before anything else happens. Take it’s heart out if you can find it. Gods. I’m not sure what it is. But it’s a true monster now.” Hayden got his turn now, and he stomped on the creature’s chest. Brittle bones snapped under the force of his boot. The women all winced in disgust as it’s chest collapsed. There was no heart left to speak up when they investigated the creature’s chest cavity. Sapphire couldn’t bear to look too closely. This was not her thing. Whatever it was. It was gone for now. The men bundled up the pieces of the body and they slowly made their way from whatever nightmare place this was.

Wow," I look up at the beautiful chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling, noticing the mural painted above me. It's of wolves in the forest, hunting a bunch of humans. But the strange thing about them is that the human's eyes are red, bright like the green eyes of werewolves but a different color. They are really scary and intimidating, sending a recognition into my chest. I've... seen those eyes before. Pain shoots through me, the realization burning. I scream, but it doesn't dispel the pain. The terror. "Mona!" a voice rips the air to my ears. I grab the man's hand, pressing it against my heart. "Help me," I moan, "my heart hurts." It throbs, thumping against my chest. "What's wr

The mage was entirely too much trouble. The ogre’s efforts had left sweat in rings beneath the arms of his threadbare, homespun tunic, and beaded on his forehead. Unlike the hearth tales, his skin was not green, nor his pate bald. He had a head of red ringlets that, cleaned and groomed, would not have looked out of place on the head of a village girl going to the fair. His brow was heavy, his jaw under bitten and strong, and his nose was flattened by comparison, the bridge wide.

DANIEL I am running away from home, a monster is chasing me and despite how fast I run, he seems to be closing in on me. "Come Daniel, you can't run” The monster calls to me in that voice I detest, but still I run on. I am thirsty, my throat is so dry that it feels like there are tiny pins stuck in it. "Josie, "she's passing by, I am glad and thankful, finally a face I know in the midst of these strange faces.