Tamed Mini Monster Novels & Stories

Bast shrugged. “Be nice to that woman.” Tev called into the chamber as he strode by heading for the stairs. Why in the Hell would I do that? “Are you taking off?” Bast leaned up to call down to him. “Yes. I have to go work with my hounds.” “The Demon Dogs?” Bast muttered disgustedly. “They are no longer Demons. I have tamed them to my hand.” Tev called up from the bottom floor. “A dog is a dog. No less demonic, no matter how tame.” Bast called.

James sent a glance in Xatiaʼs direction. Adair furrowed her brows. “These monsters are all high-ranking monsters, though. Can someone really control them?” “Beast tamers can.” Xatia continued, “The Timaeus Sect has a beast tamer at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation. That person can control monsters.” “Abelard?” Adair exclaimed, “He’s here?!” “Think about it,” James said, “We killed those four Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation monsters, but we couldn’t find any of their Genesis Cores.”

The twin held the titanic monster and began showering it with tentative licks. Her hand couldn't even get around its circumference so she used both of them to grasp the rampaging monster. She tried putting it in her mouth like she was commanded to and found out that the crown of the man's cock would not even fit her small mouth. Thus, she tried to tame the wild beast by making it wet with her kisses. "Surrender your body, woman." The man said after his thick fingers search the depths of Minerva's pussy. The walls grasp at it as if it wants to devour the invading digit and keep it inside.

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

Mana Beast vary from their surroundings, a Mana Beast that was created in a terrain filled with water would have tentacle-like legs and an almost see through body, usually called a Mizumono. Mizumono are troublesome opponents as they can absorb almost all types of magic, but they are known to be calm and gentle creatures. Usually found near large lakes flocking in groups, for the Avaritian Kingdom though. The Mizumono is a massive wealth bringer as having a Mizumono Core would allow you to turn an object waterproof. While there are more types of Mana Beasts, most of the time adventurers and knights tend to only attack the Mizumono since bringing them far enough from water is their biggest we

The Flash grenade goes off as we entered the Boss Room, A Single Alpha Minotaur stands in the middle of the room carrying a large crude stone ax, with a towering height of 3 meters and a robust muscular body, certainly, the Alpha Minotaur stood at the league of its own despite being a Threat Level 3 Monster. Still due to the surprised attack, instead of the normal troupe where it's going to bellow in anger, instead the Alpha Minotaur was screaming in agony and confusion as to the sudden overwhelming flash from the Flash grenade temporarily turn it blind.

She turned to glimpse the gentleman who’d saved her and brought her here, but he was already out of sight. She continued along the path, running without a plan. Before she knew it, she was far from the town, deep in the woodlands, where an awful feeling settled over her. Eyes seemed to glare at her from every shadow, as if waiting to devour her. Fear coiled in her bones as she spotted them: creatures with eyes like glinting shards at midnight, tall hare-like ears, dusty fur, and small, compact bodies. Her feet carried her to Elfin, a magical realm of imps, hidden far from mortal lands. They sheltered in the woods, terrified that werewolves would tear them apart.

Just her own face, replaying over and over. She raced to the console, slamming buttons, trying to break the loop—but the screen wouldn’t respond. Then— A new image appeared. Luciano. He was outside the vault, kneeling. Blood pouring from a wound in his side. “Luciano!” she screamed, pounding the metal wall. But it was only a video. Not a live feed. The timestamp was from three minutes ago. Suddenly, the vault’s comms cracked to life. “You should’ve known, sweetheart. Monsters never die. They just wait.”

It was called a “Stingly.” “This is actually kind of fun,” I finally admitted. “Told you,” Tommy said. “Now come on, I want to show you a Monster Gym. It's where we can take the monsters we catch and have them fight other people's monsters.” “Tommy, I don't have all day,” I said, crossing my arms. “It's really close,” he said. “Trust me. I'll have you back home soon, but I want you to see this. It's probably my favorite part of the game.”

And then T'mara's upper lip curled, and I could see the growth of claws from her hands, her body shifting as she got into an almost strange stance, still crouching. A second ticked by, and then she was off. I saw a blur of movement, and then noticed snow kicking up behind her as she ran, her arms pumping rapidly by her sides. My mouth opened in disbelief at how fast T'mara was running; the speed at which she moved was not at all what I had expected. The deer didn't have a chance at surviving. T'mara launched her body into the deer, startling it. It didn't take her long to pin down the animal, and even from the distance, I could see her claws sinking into its neck, sliding through flesh and s