Profaned Capital Hand Monster Novels & Stories

“I've never seen such a creature in our clan. Perhaps it’s merely tainted.” This outright denial was understandable. Tyron didn’t want to acknowledge the hideous beast as part of his lineage. As Adrian contemplated, he clenched his fists tightly. “Heavenly Body Training Art!" he shouted as he charged forward, his massive fist extended. The monster brandished its grotesque tentacles at Adrian. They were covered in black mist and unknown fluids, evoking a sense of discomfort. However, Adrian pushed aside any hesitation. His fist radiated golden light as it swung down at the monster with relentless force, aiming to destroy the creature.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

Lucian yelled while backing into the wall. The hand twitched. Everyone jumped like popcorn kernels in a hot pan. “Why is it moving,” Marek asked. His voice dropped to the very dangerous quiet tone he used when he fully expected something to explode in the next three seconds. “It is alive,” I said. “That is why.” Lucian pointed at it with a broom he must have stolen from the supply closet. “Hands do not float.” “This one does,” Marek said. The hand twitched again, this time curling its fingers more sharply, like it wanted to grab someone by the throat. Or wave. Hard to know.

There was no gentleness in the monster’s arrival. Blinded by a catastrophic, pride-fueled fury, Dominic didn’t care that my eyes were glassy or that my limbs were completely unresponsive from the drug. Believing with every fiber of his deeply wounded ego that I was a manipulative, cold-blooded thief who had used his touch, his warmth, and his bed the previous night as a grand distraction to drain his vaults, he reached into the wreckage.

"Then do it. You have an opportunity to do something for him now mother, if you misuse it then my dear brother might not rest in peace." I wanted to ignore his words but they kept repeating in my mind that I didn't think twice before summoning my knife and cut his thumb off. "Wow mother.. very sweet of you."he said before falling to the ground and became unconscious. We couldn't believe our eyes when the thumb I had cut off Mani's hand turned into Manu with his sword birthmark on his forehead glowing hence giving out red flames that indicated danger. "Manu."Anu and I called at the same time. "Father, mother."he called back.