Moshi Monsters Novels & Stories

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

my body simply reacted to his command. He holds the back of my neck and slaps my thighs and buttocks. I roll my eyes as I have another orgasm. Boris turns me to face him. His mouth takes my intimacy and he licks up all my spilled pleasure. I moan as I feel sensitive after having cum twice already. "I'm not finished with you yet" he penetrates me again. The mobster runs his hands over my body as he fucks me. He pinches my breasts and slaps them, making me scream with pleasure.

“When can you?” “Today.” She grinned and dragged me to the back. Club Royale was one of the top clubs in the city and anyone who was anyone always visited here. Neon lights flashed around as Cathy pulled me deeper into the place. I greeted her sister, Maddy, changed quickly, and before I knew it, the club was filling up. Music pulsed through the floor, lights dim and heavy. Before I started off officially, Maddy was kind enough to run me through the basic rules of the place. I needed to smile more to attract customers. Conversation worked too, and I could always call for backup if things were about to go out of hand.

I breathed, reaching out to touch the crystalline surface. The moment my skin made contact, the "Black Frequency" didn't just throb—it sang. The walls of the cave became a 360-degree monitor, displaying a high-definition broadcast of the planet’s electromagnetic field. But there was a massive "Shadow" moving across the map—a darkness that was currently converging on the Cross River rainforest. Suddenly, a dozen "Mutes"—those grey-static shadows—materialized in the cavern. They didn't lunge. They didn't attack. They knelt.

POV Liora The Ancient One did not sit. She moved around us instead, slow and unhurried, her bare feet making no sound against the stone. Her presence pressed in from all sides, like the air had thickened just for her. Mae sat stiff beside me, hands knotted in her lap. Rowan stayed near the door, shoulders tight, like a man braced for a strike he couldn’t dodge. “Tell me,” the Ancient One said calmly, “why mortals believe becoming a monster will save them.”

Their father stood dramatically from his chair. "Oh dear." Both girls looked at him instantly. He stared out of the window. "Oh no." Daisy sat upright. "What?" "Oh no no no no..." Jessica felt excitement bubbling immediately. "What?!" He turned slowly. "I think..." He lowered his voice. "...I think the storm monsters are back." Jessica's eyes widened. Daisy looked horrified. "The what?!" "The storm monsters," he whispered. "Hair made of clouds. Eyes made of lightning." Jessica stared. "No way."

Nicholas The top two floors of the Oasis Tower building are taken up by Russo & Ricci Enterprises. I ride the elevator to the top, watching the lights of the city below through the glass walled elevator. It’s after ten o’clock on Friday night, and the building is empty. Sly himself will be heading back to Sinistral tonight.

I said lightly. “Have you gotten used to it?” “Sort of. Still figuring things out.” I paused. “I told you about the recent deaths, right?” She nodded, her brows drawing together. “Yeah. Vampires and wolves, right?” “Three in total,” I said, my voice quieter now. “All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.”

“The Elarion are ancient artifacts born of the forest’s will. They move, they resist, and they choose whom they allow near. Your task: bring back a living relic. The rarer, the better. Return empty-handed, or fail to return at all—and you forfeit your rank.” A hush fell. “And should you encounter the Mireling Crown—the forest’s rarest relic, known for its ability to manipulate shadow and time—you will earn not only high merit, but the Headmistress’s personal favor.” He paused. “But beware—it is sentient, elusive, and hostile.” Great. So a homicidal crown. With a wave of his hand, the sigils blazed—and the field rippled. The tall grass gave way to a dirt trail that led into the mouth of the f

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.