Monstrous Regiment Terry Pratchett Novels & Stories

A scout staggered inside, his cloak torn, blood smeared down one arm, eyes wide with shellshock. “Alpha Rhax! Lady Perfera!” he gasped. “The eastern village—it's gone. We tried to hold the line, but—” “Speak clearly, soldier,” Elder Cael snapped, standing from his seat. “What happened?!” “They’re… they’re turning them, my lord.” His voice cracked. “The monsters aren’t just killing anymore. They’re infecting. Biting. Spreading.” A frozen silence fell. Minister Harel shot to his feet. “Gods have mercy—that wasn’t supposed to be possible!”

Although the description was suspected of exaggeration, it could also be seen that Terry was a decisive killer. Nevertheless, it was precisely because the War Department had such a compelling character that Heavenly Stars Sect could rank among the six major sects of Earlington of Efrax. Even if their sect was known for not being good at fighting, there were still no sects and monsters who dared to come and cause trouble as they wished. In Earlington of Efrax, Terry was also nicknamed the Reaper's Scythe. Not only that, he could even stop the infant's night terrors in the mortal world.

[You summoned the following Monsters] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Magician (Unique-Rank)] [Poisonous Scarab (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton General (Unique+)] [Giant Desert Scorpion (Unique)] [Skeleton Priest (Unique+)] [Elder Treant (Mythical+)] [Infernal Gazer (Mythical+++)] Ten new creatures emerged before Chaos, as he glanced at them with wonder. There were more skeletons this time, it seemed that they were the most common monster. There were some generic soldiers, a mage, and then a General and a Priest, who seemed rather strong. The General wielded large and heavy armor, while the Priest priest-like clothes and was… adept to light magic

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

“Did you just come from the nut house?” Brett had jeered and he was gearing up and was just about to continue on with a barrage of obscene insults aimed at Willy. But right at that moment Terence suddenly turned: And, Brett let out a shrill terrified scream. It was just an octave lower than a woman’s scream. It was no longer Terence: It had only one large eye in the middle of its head and it also had a pair of pointy ears! It continued to morph right in front of Willy Goodwill, as it advanced towards Willy.

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."

“Our best chance is to gather our strength here in Careath. I saw Loctar fall and that was in only one day.” The clansmen all rumbled amongst themselves. Toor stood up. “Termâs?” “Yes, Toor?” “Who or what exactly are we fighting? I have heard a number of stories including yours.” Termâs rubbed his beard. He was remembering the vile scene in Rylltòl. “Well, they are not human.” “What?” Toor looked quite confused. “As I explained to you earlier, the best way to describe them is to call them monsters.” “This is ridiculous!” Sacio jumped up.

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

“Sigh. Robbie, that kid. What a pity.” Grayson cut straight to the chase. “I’m here today because I have something important to report to you, Grand Old Master.” “Do tell.” “Yorks Stronghold is being overrun by monsters and they’ve killed many villagers.” When Grayson said this, he stared straight at the old man, thinking that maybe the old man might know something. The old man was silent for a moment, then looked at Grayson in astonishment. “Such a thing is happening here?” Grayson had been trained for so long. The momentary silence from the old man showed that he was clearly not surprised by the appearance of the monsters.

They were the same faces that used to nod at me with respect. “Cut the monster loose!” a voice bellowed from somewhere in the back, and the crowd chanted the words and spat them back louder at me. “The Alpha’s been hiding a monster among us!” Monster. The word hit me hard in the chest. My pulse roared in my ears as they repeated the wicked chanting over and over again. The soldiers holding me went rigid, just as stunned as I was. A monster. Who did they mean? Fangrend had always been known to be peaceful. So where had this mob crawled out from?