Sci Fi Monk Novels & Stories

Gideon could not anymore stay still and had wanted to put some sense into the thick shiny forehead of this old monk. "BANG!" The colors of the night turned even darker with the advent of one weapon. It was a tall black staff that was composed of intertwined bones. The bleached remains reeked of the influence of evil. Twisted and foreboding. Yet the Old Monk Reilly withstood the test with him at the center of this epic show of power. "AMITABHA!" he chanted the holy mantra of the saints and Reilly's body shone like a star of the Eve.

**Seras (stepping forward, sunrise flickering soft in my palm):** “Celeste Tsatoke sent us. The Void Devourer Swarm has reached Earth. Cities fall as we speak. We held them in orbit, bled them, but they slipped past. We need the old wards—the Great Seal that banished them before.” The monk’s eyes flicker—recognition, sorrow, resolve. **Guardian Monk:** “The Devourers return, as cycles turn. The One foresaw your coming. Come. The path reveals itself only to those who walk it.”

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

They call him 'The King Of Beasts ' With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star. His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival. Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being. The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.

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

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

*Mara: Demon in Bali/Sanskrit Hearing that, many cultivators unsheathed their weapons some of the sect members quickly arranging their formation. All of them knew that if this old monk really using force to break through their blockade, things might turn south for them, but with the great number advantage they still optimist and hope that the casualty might not be themselves. “Nirvana palm first form, Open Mind Open Way,” Said The old monk as he unleashes the palm strike in front of him. The spirit's power in a palm shape strikes at all the cultivator of the old monk, some of the relatives and friends of the one who got struck quickly rushes at the old monk in a fit of rage. They thought tha

His name was Shifu, a member of the Imperial Family who held the position of head of Caihong's research division. Shifu is in charge of all forms of secret research that has developed since the government in Caihong shifted from monarchy to oligarchy. The largest research project that Shifu handled was the human cocoon project. That is why, when Shifu saw that the leaves from the Tree of Death had fallen all the way to the palace grounds, Shifu was the first one to feel both angry and worried.

There was also a ring scar on his barren scalp, so he was a proper real monk. “D*mn, it turns out that you’re a monk! “So, you aren’t Seth Zamora either. Who the heck are you?” Alex was a little shocked as the plot was developing in ever stranger ways. After touching his big, shiny head, the monk flew into a rage, but he was a little surprised by Alex’s method. “How the heck did you know the ultimate move of that bald *ss, Ksitigarbha? What’s your relationship with that bald *ss?”

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.