Novel & Cerita Ordinary Monsters

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

It was too late for them to realize this when the monsters suddenly appeared one by one, attacking them and picking them up to put them into their stinky mouth. Too late for them to regret to get greedy even just by this ordinary rain-no, this was not an ordinary rain at all- well, it was not a miracle to being with, but a curse so it can also be called as not being ordinary out of the normal rain they have encountered where it hit themselves but would not cause any pain to themselves. It was too late for them to realize, because as they wanted to go back to their own house, the family and relatives inside would not even open the door for them to take a shelter on from this monsters claws.

Said David with a hint of nervousness, his unit complied and started to draw back towards the open wall slowly, but they started to sustain more and more injuries as the attack was relentless, the cries of the little rhino were drowned by the animalistic growls of their foes. Stranger creatures started to appear, a jellyfish with 3 fingered hands at the end of each tentacle floated down from the sky, those “arms” started to stretch and grab all the corpses and living monsters that were unlucky, just 2 seconds passed before they were devoid of any blood and crumbled into ash. A mass of black flesh filled to the brim with screaming faces slowly crawled up from the forest, leaving behind a trai

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

Although she was flanked by a worried Hayden and a terrified Titan, she felt no fear, only a nagging sense of urgency. Grandmother Alma led them down a wide corridor whose walls were cluttered with countless paintings. There were a few shelves lining the walls and these were clustered with ornaments. Cory suddenly realized that many of the paintings and ornaments were different depictions of owls: brown, black, spotted, grey, snowy and frequently perched in elm trees. Other paintings showed landscapes and creatures Cory hardly recognized. Those were otherworldly things: beings with many eyes and animal ears, little grey-skinned children, wolves walking on their hind legs.

Be it to the north, south, east, or west, there was no place hidden from this stench of blood. True Eyes could faintly make out the bodies of several creatures down below. There were those shaped like humans, and those whose figure were aberrant forms of nature. There were beings Mane had only read about in books and those he had never even seen illustrations of. Monsters, humans, devils, giants, dwarves, and gods fought down below. Each warrior was mighty and powerful. Some were heroes from their worlds; others were villains who had been expelled from their planets; and some still were sages who had been forced to pick up the sword. There were many corpses on the ground, and even with eyes

Five people could fit in the hall, so it was quite easy to move in since Matthew came alone. From the first to the tenth floors, Matthew fought against hellhounds, kobolds, trolls, orcs, high orcs, ogres, demon slimes, lesser demons, giant scorpions, zombies, and skeletons. All the monsters were dealt with easily without Matthew having to use any power. His strength alone was enough to defeat them.

Her legs are exposed. And they’re dark green and scaly. Monstrous. Abnormal. Supernatural.