Sci Fi Monk Novels & Stories

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 broom he held was the most ancient kind of broom… When the monk saw Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton, he immediately bowed to them. The monk was very thin. There was a fairy-like aura around him. Meanwhile, Xyla, Stanley, and the bodyguards quickly bowed to the monk. Soon, the monk approached them. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I have an appointment with Chief Cornelius Kroe… I need to discuss something with him…” Stanley said. “Please come with me…” The monk respectfully bowed to them again.

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?”

Mew continued "Monk. You said he is no my destined one then how come he became my Mate??" Monk assured "Mew. Be patience, he may not your destined one but he may be better or best. It's all in your decision, wait for the moment." Mew asked Monk "Who is he?" Monk said "He is the prince of icy moon pack." Mew asked "Should I inform them??" Monk said "That's your decision but remember, it may lead you both into different way." Mew continued "But.. I.. "

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.

Werewolves in particular grew up with the legend of the Sun and the Moon, and their epic love, forbidden by the stars but unstoppable. With stories like that Alexa could understand why one would have expectations of this grand love but as a girl raised in the human world, it was something that was almost unthinkable. Alexa never thought she’d fall in love with a man whom she once hated. But Aiden Black was tenacious, persistent, and somehow charming enough to pull at her heartstrings, and Alexa often thought that it didn’t help that he was an Adonis sculpted by Aphrodite herself. He always talked about the power of the Bond, but she was nineteen, and what nineteen-year-old girl raised in the