Reverse Minotaur Novels & Stories

Though frail in body, Thora’s stance was unshaken, her resolve unwavering. With a lazy flick of her wrist, Heratte ordered the monstrous beasts to retreat. Their snarls faded into the night as she shrugged, looking at Thora with feigned boredom. “And tell me, old woman—who exactly is going to stop me? You?” Her lips curled. “Or these humans?” She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her voice dropping to a silken whisper. “Remember, if you hurt me, you’re hurting your own granddaughter.”

I wasn’t allowed to speak, and Kiran came to stand next to me. “Kai Sinclair, step forward, and be presented,” Richard said, and I took a step forward. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack, present your future Alpha, Kai Sinclair, to receive his mark as a boy, and emerge as a man.” With each of the nine claps, my heart swelled with pride, and I could feel the atmosphere in the basement change as they relaxed, and I turned toward Kiran again. “Why did you fight back?” he asked me, curiously.

Bree and Dax are flanking me, protecting their Alpha and Raul knew to make that swap with Bree without even being asked. We all come to—what would be, if we were cars—a screeching halt, when we arrive at the spot where Tasha is standing with two of our pack’s warriors, Conan and Theo. Off in the distance, I can see Channing with two more warriors, Blake and Serafina. When we first arrive, all of us are in wolf form because we can communicate with each other in the mind link. That is, until I hear Phelan, Raul’s wolf chuff behind me and then nudge my side to remind me that since he’s not a member of the Crimson Snow Pack, he doesn’t have a mind link to us. I quickly shift into my human form a

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

[Chaotic Minotaur – Rare rank] HP- 1500 CON-150 DEF-290 DEX- 58 ATK- 92 STR-41 MP-50 INT-10 Speed- 36 AGI- 36 Skills- Perception(R) Darkvision(UC) Charge(UC) Dungeon Recall(R) Berserk(R) [The fur stained with the blood of fallen foes, minotaur's are massive, bull-headed monsters of the Horned king race] Although I want to try hunting it, I cannot kill it in a similar way as I did with the orcs. that guy is double the height of the Orc boss I fought. I am surprised with such a size its stats look mediocre.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

My hands shifted to claws and I shattered the nearest reachable equipment. "Wow! She is already hormonal," Jordan commented. "Grab her!" Stuart commanded. I backhanded and threw off the first minion who tried to grab me, but it was difficult to fight off so many as they arrived in waves. "Let me go, you assholes!" I growled in anger. "What are you going to do now?" Jordan asked Stuart, ignoring my outburst. "This hampers the plan, I can't impregnate her any time soon," Stuart said.

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.