Pitch Black Monsters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Callista was with him once again, and Goddess knew what was happening to her. “Stay here, Haden, please,” I insist. “Help the witches and show them the way to the passage when they’re done with the pillar monsters.” “Did you seriously just say ‘please’ to me?” Before I can answer that, a loud groan comes from our right, and we both turn, startled. Only to see the pillar monsters who had fallen on the ground moving yet again. Their eyes as well as the symbols on their stone bodies glow silverish, and their broken limbs start to connect with each other.

Like he might— A knock slammed against the door. Hard. “Problem.” Kai’s voice. Sharp. Urgent. The moment shattered instantly. Dante stepped back. Cold again. Controlled. “Come in.” Kai pushed the door open, his expression darker than before. “We’ve got movement,” he said. “What kind of movement?” Dante asked. Kai’s jaw tightened. “Marcus just disappeared.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean disappeared?” Luca appeared behind him, already on his phone. “All his accounts are going dark,” he said quickly. “Contacts, locations—everything’s wiped.”

"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?"

"*grrrr..." Several monsters immediately directed their intimidating gaze towards us. There were about two hundred monsters ahead of us. As I observed, they resembled black-skinned Minotaurs, each wielding a large axe in their right hand. They stood at around two meters tall, clearly stronger than the group of skeletons we encountered earlier. It seemed they also had the attribute of darkness—a Minotaur with the attribute of darkness. "*Slash..." "*Whoosh..." [Wind Arrow] [Light Arrow]

Saphira had checked the trails for traps. But it wasn’t enough. Because the Crimson Pact didn’t come from the woods. They came from beneath. It started with a shudder in the earth. Then, a rumble. Before Elara could signal the alarm, the road split beneath them — stone and soil exploding upward in a geyser of dust and bone. Screams followed. Horses reared. The Warriors fell. Then came the shrieks. Not human. Not even Lycan. They were twisted things — Pact-forged monsters with flesh like tar and eyes like bleeding stars. Vampiric hulks, fused with black magic and bound in barbed armor. Their claws could rend steel. Their scent was rot and rage.

It wasn't the howl of a wolf; it was the scream of a monster. "The Shadow Pack," Marcus hissed, his claws extending as he moved to block the doorway. The hallway was a scene of chaos. The Blackwood warriors, still recovering from the "Shadow Rot" curse I had been treating, were struggling to shift. The attackers were shadows made flesh—massive, mangy beasts with fur like liquid tar and eyes that glowed a sickly, radioactive yellow. They didn't bite to kill; they bit to infect.

The white light that had exploded from my body didn’t bring peace. It brought a terrifying clarity. As the glare faded, the courtyard of the Silver-Moon Fortress looked like a vision from a dying god’s nightmare. The snow was no longer white; it was stained with the black, oily bile of the Elders. The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs.

Some even reached S-Rank. And Lesser Void Bats were stronger monsters, resembling giant, black-furred bats with a giant void in their stomach that vacuumed things out. It was a rather horrifying monster, it could easily crush weak people into death by vacuuming them into its void. Chaos slew most of them by generating spears made of blood and impaling their heads. He was practicing more of his Bloodwork this time around and managed to crystalize his blood into sharp spears and other weapons, using them to slaughter the monsters rather fast.

We fell into a huge pit that was already filled with monsters at the bottom! “Graaawww! GGrrrrrraaaaaaaw- Kiiiiiiiik- Kiiiiiik,”

". A cage also keeps the monsters out. The High Architect was not a person. It was a lock. By joining your souls to break it you have opened the door to the things that live in the dark code." Suddenly the ocean began to boil. It was not gold or silver this time. It was a black oil. The people began to scream. This time they were being hunted. Small shadow creatures began to crawl out of the water. They had no faces. They only had rows of teeth. "What are those?" Benson yelled. His purple eye glowed bright. He raised his hand. A wave of energy hit the first shadow.. The shadow did not die. It ate the energy. Grew bigger.