Mythical Fakemon Novels & Stories

As tired as I am mentally, I wait for the summons to absorb the core again with eagerness and patience. It is unfortunate that mystic ranked summons cannot assume human form. It was never possible to turn them into humanoids, so even if I implanted it into their cores, it wouldn't work. We're ready to find out what their status is! [Necromera- Mystic rank] Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

"What thing?" "The thing where you find everything that's wrong with a room before you find anything that's right with it." "The chairs are in the wrong formation." Mia looked at the chairs. Then back at Ava. "They look like chairs to me." "That's because you're not thinking about sight lines." "I'm really not," Mia agreed cheerfully. Sofia appeared on Ava's other side, having apparently materialized from nowhere the way she occasionally did when she sensed Ava was approximately forty seconds away from rearranging school furniture without permission. "The chairs are fine. The program starts in five minutes. Where is your head?"

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

"Myriad Demons Burial Ground exists in the chaotic land of Idaith. There are rumors that it's a place where the space is folded. If that's the place of return for monsters, the essence of the world and the blood and Qi will condense and not disperse. After a long time, it condensed essence of the world and blood can nourish all the monsters on the continent, and they'll not be destroyed by humans. This wish was originally a good one. In the first hundred years, relying on the nourishment of the Myriad Demons Burial Ground, many powerful monsters did emerge on Idacith, even stronger than the shapeshifting monsters or the ancestors." Caspian's heart skipped a beating when he heard that. "The a

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

Jack. I was relieved because I didn't even know the answer to that question and was terrified for what was going to happen next but all thanks to him for saving me the second time from the hands of this female devil. "Your family is so weird and strange and I must find what you guys are hiding and expose you," she threatens. "Run along dear, what you don't know don't know you and I don't want to see you near my daughter," he said Dad, please let's go, I said

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

My best friend tells me, her voice trembling with worry. Quickly, I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on Cora's. I'm slowly losing my mind, unsure of what's going on. There are still students around, so how are we being attacked right now? Cora's back collides with mine, our fingers entwined. "What are those things?" I ask her. Her voice shakes when she speaks, her trembling fingers squeezing mine. "They are fearwraiths," Cora whispers. "Creatures that feeds on fear. The more terrified you are, the stronger it becomes. And when it takes enough fear from you... you fall into a coma. Then eventually..." Her breathing shudders, "...eternal sleep."

he murmured, “does not feel born.” Caine moved before anyone else could react. His hand gripped the shaman by the collar. “Mind your words.” Caine snapped. You can't lie against the alpha of Moon valleys, you dubious old man.” Gasps echoed along Silas' table. Silas rose slowly. “Release him.” Caine huffed in anger, but he let go. The shaman shook his head and looked at Fake Logan again. “This body is not ordinary. It carries the magic of fabrication. It feels otherworldly.”