Nargacuga Monster Hunter Stories Novels & Stories

His voice was deep and raspy, and his cold, sinister glare was trained upon me as he struggled against the ice that encased the tip of his tail and spread upwards. "We would not have if we had any other choice." I replied firmly. His lips curled maliciously. "Then you will die here!" "They hold no compassion; they are more monster than human." Hunter warned coldly. The Naga smiled and turned his attention to him. "We like the kill…" His voice was darker and more sinister, and then he suddenly lunged at me. "Don’t!" I said to the men, raising a barrier that the Naga smashed into.

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

"By showing he's willing to work hard. To contribute. To be part of a community." "Oh." Ana thought about this. "Is he going to stay?" "For fifty days." "That's a long time." "Yes. It is." Thomas ran up. "Inka, can you tell us a story?" "What kind of story?" "About the Moon Goddess!" I settled the children around me and started telling them about the Moon Goddess creating werewolves. About her choosing certain bloodlines to carry special gifts. About descendants like us. Hunter had stopped working. Was watching from the garden.

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

"What story do you speak of, Georgia? The moonlit realm is steeped in legends, some veiled in mystery and others woven into the very fabric of our existence." Georgia took a deep breath, her crimson eyes locking onto Maximus's. "The story tells of a werewolf whose destiny is entwined with the moon's grace in a unique way. This werewolf, chosen by celestial forces, possesses a power that extends beyond the ordinary gifts of our kind. A power that can shape the course of werewolf history." Maximus, though seemingly composed, felt a subtle tension in the air. "What is it that you wish to know, Georgia? The tales of the moonlit realm often carry symbolic meanings, and not all are meant to be tak

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

He bumped heavily into Benjamin who was just starting to get himself again. “Zamora divine god help us, what the hell is wrong with Ser Godfrey this is obviously not a ravage monster, i suspect it could be a legendary monster with such strength.” Mica added, her face down with the outcome of the fight. “Mica, I need you to distract the monster, I have an idea.” “Over here!” She said, her voice echoing through the colosseum, the monster's interest got back to her as she ran avoiding its shooting webs. Mica couldn’t keep up for long as the monster was getting closer each passing second.

' Lorenz joins him, increasing the pain for Valentina, who wants to explode my eardrums with her screams, which slowly fade away. 'I'd tell you a story where a hunter sought to kill a monster and free the people from fear. But that man became what he once promised to destroy and expose to the world. In the end, it turned out that he contained his inner being, who was freed when he opened his eyes. The hunter couldn't hunt the monster because that meant ending his own life. Of course, the monster was always him.'