Psych/monk Crossover Novels & Stories

Sensing his insecurities, the monk just patted his back and suggested, “Work hard. One day, an old friend of yours would come to you for help. But, you won’t be able to help him. So, send him to me. Also, the people who you won’t be able to treat would survive, only if they found me on time.” Saying those words to him, the monk disappeared into the forest besides that moon-colored lake. It was the same address that James handed over to Leevon. The burning paper slip confirmed that the monk was still using that forest house and Leevon had to rush. James was although a doctor, yet he was an atheist. He believed ‘Humans can’t conquer everything. There are many things that we just don’t know yet

Unlike the clear water and white rice at the foot of the big Buddha statue, here we have a dish of sliced red meat and I swear that’s a bottle of Jim Beam. Well, the Catholics have their bread and wine. A tassel dangling from the prayer beads passes between the old monk’s fingers, his whispering ceases and his eyes flick open, fixed on mine. He smiles, as if we’re both in on some private joke. Norbu speaks up from behind me. “Rinpoche, this is Detective Landry, the private eye you requested.” Jigme Rinpoche nods. In my peripheral vision I detect Norbu bowing and retreating from the room. The senior monk coils the string of beads around his wrist and extends his hand. I offer mine to shake, b

If this information was spread, the powerhouses of the nine districts would want to kill him. James had the Blithe Omniscience. He could face all kinds of powerhouses. Although he was not afraid, he wanted to stay out of trouble. “A dark place.” The monk began to mumble. He fell into deep ponder. In his mind, several scene fragments appeared. The scenes seemed to have connected and formed a few complete memories. At this moment, there seemed to be a mysterious power that was interrupting his memories. His body fell to the ground, and he spat out blood.

The Monk was standing at his desk, silent and watchful. He observed the warm landscape spread out before him in silence; a habit he had inculcated when he had been a monk and meditating in the mountains. But his eyes were not taking in the beauty of the world outside; on the contrary, he was seething. His nephew, the fool that the boy was turning out to be, had been fixated with Ria Delano to such a degree, he had sent one of their men to the Delano lair, the newest club, and the equally stupid fellow had gotten his man killed. An illegal migrant, whose family was now on the streets. Dusak had had the women and the children brought to the brothels he ran. Now they would soon be sold, thought

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

The next morning, the Monarchs’ PR manager dropped a folder on my desk. “Press schedule,” she said. “Chronicle wants a follow-up next month — same writer.” Ava. My chest tightened. “Set it up.” She raised a brow. “You sure?” “Yeah,” I said, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “I’m sure.” When she walked away, I sat back, exhaling slowly. Six months ago, I thought closure meant distance. Now I knew better. Closure wasn’t space. It was honesty. And if Ava Reynolds wanted to write another story —

My ex-colleague, Brenda Wilson, finds out from an unknown source that I have taken in an adopted son. Because of that, she insists on matchmaking my son with her niece. "My niece has graduated from a proper college, you know! You don't have to prepare any fancy wedding gifts… Just 800 thousand dollars will do! On top of that, you can put her name on the deed of that fancy deluxe apartment in the city center. "From the way I see it, there's no need to choose the perfect date anymore. They should get their marriage registered tomorrow and do their best to give birth to a cute baby boy!" My adopted son has a volatile temper, so there's no way he'll go on a blind date with some random woman.

RICHARD YUKA'S POV, As soon as I left Sam, I sank heavily into the couch and filled my glass to the brim, while he sat there without uttering another word to me. I downed my drink, intending to get drunk, but no matter how many bottles I consumed, I remained sober as though I had just drank a jug of caffeine. It was something I had seen as an affliction since I was eight. I had been immune to alcohol after what happened that afternoon, which pushed me into drinking in hopes of getting drunk.

The monks were excellent fighters, and the mastery of their elements made them especially dangerous. Blake entered the dining room with only two shadow warriors beside him. He took in the activity of the room with a glance. The nuns sat disheveled on the floor, clutching their hands together. He could see the color of Clarissa’s hair through the monks. A fire burned bright in front of the exposed wall mirror. It grew out of a pile of broken chairs and pieces of table. Brother Melchior and Brother Casper were talking in a hushed whisper on the other side of the room.

then Ingrid rushed off. ★★★★★ (Outside evergreen pack_Cave) Drake balled his fist and clenched his jaw as he watched the masked man mixing some chemicals, he averted his gaze from the masked man and let his eyes settle on a group of newly created creatures. His eyes wandered around until they landed on a group of pups and teenagers, they were chained against each other, with very thick chains that maybe only acid could break -that's if there isn't a key. They all looked so scared, dehydrated and starved -after all, they've been kept here for many days.