Sci Fi Monk Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he heard a voice chanting, "Amitabha... " Looking back, he discovered a red-robed young monk stepping over in mid-air from the other end of the wood. He landed among the fighters. He had a bronzed complexion and looked muscular and robust. If he hadn't been a Buddhist monk, he might be mistaken for a butcher. A brown rosary was in his hand as he said slowly, "Please stop, almsgivers. Don't lose your sanity because of the Demonic Flower. There are no magic treasures here... "

It is said that the temple was an ancient temple,there was once an Oer monk who was powerful and he casted his powers inside a book named Santacas, during a war, the monk was killed in the war. However on getting there, I saw no one, nothing but an abandoned monastery that, who knows, has been for thousands of years. I went further and saw a man with a green and blue dress and his head was covered with a glowing cap, sitting on the air and clearly meditating. I approached him and he proved to be the last of the monks. And to find what I was looking for, I had to go to a mountain,the mountain of Cissa to take the forbidden book,and it was said that nobody goes in and comes out alive, for the

In other words, Frank's abilities were stronger and more enigmatic! He then turned toward Squint, smirking. "Now, do you understand what your mentor really is? "He deliberately wears rags to resemble a fighting monk, never understanding that those monks were never interested in fame and weren't wearing rags to look cool. "In fact, neither your abilities nor mentality is a match against those monks. You're simply a piece of shit!" His words left the beggar shrieking in agitation, "You're the piece of shit! I am an envoy of the divine! I could rise to the heights of transcendence anytime I want, for I am—"

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Danial sighed as he watched the excitement on Pavan's and Crystal's faces. He couldn’t help but wonder how long their enthusiasm would last. Turning his attention to the arena, his gaze settled on a bald figure clad in monk robes, with a necklace of beads adorning his neck. The monk was locked in combat against an opponent from Emsgate Academy. Something about the monk’s serene yet imposing aura tugged at Danial’s memory, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen him before.

I stare at him, “What do you want me to call him? Mr. Monk? What’s wrong with your head?” He gives me a sulky look, “You sound too close to him.” “I just mentioned him!” “That was enough. I bet he’s making eyes at you.” I open my mouth and then snap it shut before muttering, “The man is blind and not interested in anything remotely female from what I know, yet. And we have bigger prob-” “A blind monk?” Damien’s voice turns strange. “A blind monk with golden eyes?” I go still, “I didn’t tell you his eyes were-”

It looked like a fairyland with the flouring plants and beautiful rivers and mountains. There was a grand temple on the hillside. It covered a vast area and an old monk was sitting in the wide courtyard. The monk, who was about in his 70s or 80s, was wearing a red frock and looked solemn. He was a short fat guy. He was about 1.7 meters but weighed more than 100 kilograms. This was Song Gang, the famous Buddhist monk in Thailand. He was an eminent monk in public but in private, he had a secret identity—the Great Master of Bewitching Spells.

Frankie and Dahlia, however, were filled with joy when they saw the monk. It was as if the monk could solve all of their troubles. The monk was one of the self-proclaimed Three Great Monks of India—an expert from the Celestial Temple and also a servant for the Golden Palace—Cody Garcia! It’s said he was already in the early stages of being a God of War. His power was simply extraordinary. Dahlia hoped he could take out Harvey with a single slap. It would be perfect if that was the case. Cody ignored everyone completely and played with the beads in his hand. He looked at Harvey with an odd gaze.