Sinister Monster Name Novels & Stories

From the moment it was born, it already possessed the power and status of a B-rank or even a Unique-classed monster. In the realm of nobles, these abominations were known as bloodline monsters; creatures with extraordinary lineage, passing down their unique powers to their offspring. Had it been any other seventh-circle monster, Zikk wouldn't have been trembling in fear. But this shadow fang was the ultimate nightmare for a grand knight like him. Its ghostly swiftness and venomous poison, capable of seeping through the tiniest gaps in his armor, made it a formidable predator of knights.

My fingernails scrape against the concrete walls as I desperately claw for an escape through the pitch black. “Serena…” I’m in full-blown panic mode when my hands land upon something fleshy. A figure pushes forward, dim light catching his face through the shadows. I see those eyes- so dark they’re almost black, completely devoid of any emotion, like they’re dead. The eyes of a monster. Hands wrap around my arms, pulling me with him into the darkness. “No!” I scream, thrashing to free myself from his grip. “No no no!” “Serena,” he growls with a sinister grin, but his voice isn’t his own. It’s…

Then, the sickening horror that crashed over her. The visceral realization of what she had done, the lives she had snuffed out with a mere thought. Her hands, even in this unconscious state, felt stained, irrevocably tainted by the darkness she had wielded. "Monster," a whisper hissed in the farthest reaches of her mind. It was a cruel, haunting sound. Was it her own deepest fear, finally given a voice? Or was it the lingering essence of the shadows she’d commanded, the echoes of their ancient, bloodthirsty demands? She didn’t know.

"Our scouts saw them... men in dark silver cloaks, led by a silver masked man but they were taking orders from someone else... hidden in a black carriage. A monster his power was so bad, our trackers threw up!" Marcus stepped forward with his cane. "Describe him!" "I didn’t see his face!" the mercenary cried. "No one did! He stays in the dark! They call him the Beast of the Crags! He’s not wolf, not human! Like a shadow walking!" Christopher let go the man slumped, gasping christopher stared at his own shaking hand. If this "Beast" took Sarah, she wasn’t in a Council prison, she was with a monster who lived in the shadows and used silver masked soldiers.

Usually solemn and majestic, the place now seemed exceptionally cold and gloomy. Soon, I was led into the secret chamber beneath the altar and laid on a cold stone bed. Kael brought a bowl of black potion that smelled bitter. It was a sedative to knock a wolf out. The liquid slid down my throat. My consciousness blurred rapidly, and my limbs became heavy. Through my heavy eyelids, I saw Kael change into a white ceremonial robe. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Seraphina, don't be afraid. I'm here."

“The Prince of Lechery, of lust. I’m the child of a noble king and a succubus.” Moaning, I brought my hands up to tangle them into his hair. The feeling of arousal and dread washed over me, I felt like I was drowning again. I needed to do this, I had to find out what I was. Needed to know what he was, if this was going as far as I thought it would be. “My given name is Asmodeus, but I’d prefer it if you called me Sin.” He said nipping at my collarbone, I knew that his love bites would leave marks. He rolled his hips, pressing his erection against my already sensitive core.

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

“I’m gonna call the police. You can’t just break my wrist.” “Go ahead. Please make sure you mention my name. Vance Matthew sends his regards. If I leave you alive by morning.” Upon hearing my name, the man’s eyes round, his head drops, and his eyes only look at the lights shining on the marble floor. So my instinct was right. He is scum. People who react like that to my name are those who know exactly who I am, what kind of work I really do. They are the ones who fear the monster most because it was previously unleashed on them, knowing what I am capable of. Fearing my name means you have something to fear.

~Rhett~ He is a monster; I'm aware. However, I couldn't let go of his touch. His hands romance my waist, pulling me closer into his embrace. As warm as it feigns, a sinister sensation creeps within. From the shadows, he speaks my name. "Rhett." His breath is freezing against my skin, yet I feel cozy. And then, he turns me around to face him. And I see him for who and what he really is. A monster. A reckoning danger. A lethal malignant beast.