Re Monster Light Novels & Stories

Countless beams of Sword Lights surged forth, aimed directly at James. Despite the sudden onslaught from his children, James remained composed and a small smile graced his lips. To the astonishment of Winnie and Noel, their formidable attacks met a seemingly impenetrable barrier—a faint black light shield that absorbed their strikes effortlessly. They were unable to inflict even the slightest harm. “This…What kind of monster is this?” Winnie exclaimed, eyes widened in shock. “What in the world? Is it a being at the Daeclon Rank?” James covered his mouth in shock.

He ain’t the scared child I met—he’s a freaking beast now. The fight’s a mess—monsters all over, my shadows ripping through them, Raymond’s light frying them up. One grabs my arm, claws burrowing in, and it hurts like hell, but Raymond’s there, his light wrapping around me, warm and keen. Our relationship kicks in, power surging through us, and we move as one guy, shadows and light merging into something insane. I tear a monster apart; he burns another, and for a second, I catch his eye—wild, alive, mine.

but his voice sounded strained. Damon was knocked to the ground by the monster's roar. My blood froze as it turned its luminous eyes on me. I lifted my hands and called forth all the last light I possessed. Before disappearing into the darkness, the beast gave an ear-splitting howl as a brilliant flash filled the clearing. With laboured breathing, Damon stumbled to his feet. He whispered, "That was close," as he wiped blood off his lip. I stared at my hands and nodded, but my heart sank. My light was quickly going out, and the markings surrounding us were becoming less bright.

The light detonated in a blinding streak, and then, just as the battle started, suddenly it was over. The clearing fell into a ghostly quietness, the only sound was the labored breathing of the monster. It stood over the smashed remains of the light creatures, its gigantic chest hurling as it viewed the destruction it had created. The pack remained unmoving, uncertain of what action to take next.

I say to him and he smirks at the side. At this point, his monster is out already, ready to crush anyone and anything it can. His eyes are a bleeding signature of crimson red, glowing in the dark like some sort of flashlight, except that it's a very very dull one. His face is stern, crazily stern and his jaw is twitching, most likely, out of his anger.

It kills and devours every wolf, werewolf, and animal it beholds. He is seen as the demon of hell; he is the mysterious harbinger of death. While I held my baby very tight to my chest, I tugged the curtain a little closer to see if I could see anything. Everyone seemed so terrified, but I wasn't that scared; I was rather curious to at least behold its face. This is the first time in my life that I am seeing the sight of the monster's visit. In the past, my dad would have us all locked up in the inner room while he went out with the rest of the rogue soldiers, the Gammas, in search of this unknown monster. It is said that despite their search, they haven't traced its route or even exactly how

I had lost a lot of blood. My head started swimming around and I felt light-headed but I willed myself to stay conscious. "Deliciae, please speak clearly. That can't be right. You never mentioned anything about a baby to me." He was terrified and hurt. It was easy to tell. I wanted to comfort him but I couldn't. I looked behind him and saw his mother staring at me and I thought I saw a small smirk on her face but I couldn't be sure. It could have been a trick of the light or something.

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

Dara couldn’t find William at the funeral nor could she find any of his friends. It was getting dark. The moon was out now. Just after some minutes, Dara started feeling dizzy. It felt like she was about to change into that monster again. She could see hair growing on her hand, her arms, and her legs and soon on her face too. What could she possibly do? There were a lot of people there.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over