Profaned Capital Hand Monster Novels & Stories

Mammon asked flaring up at what Six had said. “Unfortunately that is the truth, whore” Six replied which causes Mammon to lose it and move swiftly towards him and grabs him by the neck, “I’ll kill you!!!” Mammon yells and attempts to strangle Six but Six takes a hold of her wrist and takes her hand away from his neck with relative ease, “Let me remind you that we are not mates, the only reason you are here is because those of us that are meant to be here don’t care about such measly titles so before you dare to flaunt your power again, make sure to be certain of the person you are doing it for because if this happens again, I will end you swiftly” Six says menacingly with Belphegor taking a

I can see how much effort he is putting in to not do anything funny. ‘Alright old friend, since you want us to get straight to business, why don’t you introduce this human toy of yours to us? I mean you said you want to introduce your new mate to us but you rather show up with some pathetic mate.’ The creepy demon whom I have just discovered is called Mammon says insultingly, staring at me with disgust in his eyes. Abbadon takes his hand off my back and I see him clench them into fits. I can see how much he is controlling himself to not hit the annoying and disrespectful demon.

He could even slaughter a family for nonsensical reasons. "Damn it, I managed to provoke a monster like that when I'm only fooling around with small people? Hey, my 200 points should not be that easily spent. Who's the pet?" "How come a mere plaything of a monster is the same level as him! Just deduct it! Damn it! I'll make sure to earn the points again later by raping those two best friends."

I used it as currency, as bait, as a means to an end that, in the harsh light of this morning, seems paltry, pathetic. What was I seeking? To prove I was desirable? To exist through the chaos I sowed? To flee my own emptiness by creating a greater one in someone else? My hands tremble. I look at these hands that touched Evan with savage fervour, that gripped his shoulders, dug into his back. These same hands that brushed Clara's arm, that made coffee for Maxime, her fiancé, with a loving sister's smile. I am a monster. The thought is clear, sharp. It does not provoke revolt. Just a weary, terrible acceptance. It is a fact. An observation.

I shudder at the authority so strong in his voice, for the first time so close I can see how strong the intense blue reminds the ocean so far, is an immensity as strong as a force of nature full of gray details as if it were turning into a storm. I’m frightened by the affectionate touch of his free hand which makes the corner of full lips bend leaving the beard even more marked against the face, showing some marks of time. It’s scary how your energy makes your cruelty so clear, I feel like I’m panting, his hands are bloody and yet I’m touched by them. "Unlike the words coming out of your mouth your body seems to desire something else." "You are a monster". "Then you should know monsters were

Monster “Stop fucking looking at it.” Gritting my teeth, I tore the tablet out of Havoc’s hands. He was trying not to smirk at least, which was more than anyone else in The Drunken Otter. Pope and Cyber were giggling like schoolgirls smoking their first joint. They weren’t even trying to hide it. And who could blame them? I would be laughing too if our roles had been reversed. “Fucking perverts.”

The whole Ashveil Order teetered on the edge of ruin. Only then did I move. I didn't even rise. I stayed lounging against the high seat. I lifted my right hand, extended a single finger, and tapped lightly toward the sky. Across heaven and earth, it was as if an unseen hand had closed around the monster's throat. Its roar, mighty enough to shatter mountains and rivers, cut off all at once. The raging aura overhead turned tame in an instant, like a wild horse brought to heel. The ancient monster's vast body shuddered violently in the air, and for the first time, fear surfaced in its crimson eyes.

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Species: Zerg Monster Age: 100 years old in monsters years and 100000 years elderly at human years Special Monsters Ability: Underground Claws [Can make a hole under the surface with its claws] Rewards: 3000 crystal stone 10 gold coins Gabriel suddenly stopped walking as he hid the palm that gradually let out a small eyes and big mouth, his indifferent eyes glance at the road that remained unmoved even though its surface also hid a terrifying monster who have the strength to slaughter mankind, well that’s not for Gabriel who is clearly one of the omnipotent heroes who could make monsters disappear in his sight.