Sci Fi Monk Novels & Stories

Finally, she began to slow down and then stopped altogether. Standing in front of her underneath a street light was one of the monks. He wore the ceremonial yellow and burgundy of peace. He studied Elaina curiously as she made her way towards him. Most of the monks Elaina knew had shaved heads and no facial hair whatsoever, but this monk was different. His dark hair fell messily around his face and he looked like he hadn’t had the opportunity to shave in days. “Are you new?” Elaina asked now stepping before him.

The monk tapped his staff, and the rings clanked musically together. Aurelia told their tale, and the monk listened without interruption. He stared at the Lion's Fang the whole time, "Anyway, we came here to find the Lemurian runes." "Sojobo possesses a scroll, but I cannot say how willing he will be to part with it. He is a man who responds to deeds and not words. Although man is a word that barely describes what he is." I am Tien, the humble monk." "I am Aurelia, princess of Shadowfen, and this is Zinjo, future king of Shadowfen," Aurelia gave a slight bow to the monk. Who shook his head.

Frank never liked guessing games, and he showed Drea and Faust his ring. "Almost all my powers come from this—something that people call the spiritron vein." "Spiritron vein?" Drea and Faust traded glances. "That reminds me… Monkey was born in one of those things, which was why he could wreak havoc in the Celestial Palace after just a few years of training. And with the way you used it, you're going to surpass him?" Frank laughed at their words. "You're kidding—I'm really nothing compared to Monkey. And this spiritron vein is a lot less impressive than what they describe in folktales. In fact, even the average Joe could bend it to their will with the use of science."

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.

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.