Shin Mothra Novels & Stories

Drowning the phantom beast, seconds later the chocolate hardened, entrapping the beast inside a mold of chocolate. This move halted the beast's movements for a few seconds, but such a simple attack could not stop it forever. The ground trembled, and cracks began to appear all over the chocolate mold. A roar echoed through the cave and the mold shattered to pieces, but just before it could attack, the ninja girl from before was in the air waiting for him. "Fire Shukiren!" An array of fire shurikens attacked the phantom-beast’s face. Her target was the creature's eyes. The phantom-beast jaws ripped open to issue a roar of pain before shooting a cannon of poison acid.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

BOOOOMMMM “Ugh!” Shen Yin’er was covered in blood and had lost one of her hands after fighting a pale-skinned man wielding a large scythe. His realm was no joke—a high-level Earth God realm. There was no way Shen Yin’er, at the early Earth God realm, could fight someone like that.

He rasped, the name sending a wave of shock through the room. The Silver Moon Pack was a rival pack from the north, notorious for their ruthless tactics and their desire for blood and power. Their mere mention was enough to make the hairs on Kenziel’s back stand on end. "Silver Moon, huh...?" Kenziel snarled, anger visible in his icy-blue eyes. "If you were sent by your alpha, why did you brutally kill a human too? Was that part of your mission as well?" But the rogue's eyes was replaced with defiance, overshadowing the fear that was in it a moment ago. "Well, that was supposed to be my business, not yours." He spat, gnarling at Kenziel.

Even then, he was nowhere close to even compete with the person sitting before him. Zeonen E Aahil was the dream mate of the she-wolves in the Eastern Crescent Empire. Those who catch a glance of him would only think of him and dream of his face for days to come. His silver hair gleamed like stardust in the sun and the gem-like sapphire blue eyes set in his fair and finely sculpted features darkened and lightened according to his mood.

Arphen, on the other hand, remained calm and serious, waiting for the possible strategies the orphans would employ against the Minotaurs. Returning to the second stage's vision, Nowo ran towards the Minotaur, waiting for her to come closer. The huge monster lifted its hammer to crush the female defender. Due to the pair's unremarkable trust, Nowo finally got her chance to stab the Minotaur in its chest and then slice it all the way down to its stomach. The big hammer fell on the ground, followed by the beast. Moha and the two little fairies ran towards the female orphan.

it tickled a creepy memory. “We’re free.” The others said but their lips never moved. They were in her head. She took a step back with shock. “What are you?” She demanded. “Funny question. We’re the Wild Hunt, and you’re our Shinay.”

The forest burned. Night bled into the glow of flames as shadows twisted between trees, the hiss of embers and the crackle of splintering bark louder than the screams. The scent of pine and ash choked the air, a grim perfume for the battle that raged. Ariya moved like a storm through the clearing, her eyes glowing gold, a primal fury fueling every strike. Claws extended, she cut down the last of the Crimson Watchers that had dared to breach Shadow Fang’s perimeter, their dark tunics and crude weapons no match for her honed strength. Each swing was precise, each kill swift, driven by the desperate need to protect her pack.

The incision, though small, represented a profound commitment to his chosen mate. Then, Moira turned to Sabrina, her eyes filled with understanding as she acknowledged the girl's humanity and the fragility of her mortal form. As the blade grazed Sabrina's palm, she couldn't help but flinch, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. The mingling of fear and exhilaration coursed through her veins, a tangible reminder of the weight of this ancient bond.