The Flying Monkeys From The Wiz Mga Nobela at Kwento

Soon all the knives were raised in the air on another hand— Rosie and other witches started spelling while controlling monsters balanced under them. "BUAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The monsters growled as soon as their bodies started pulling towards the cage. "Phasmatos Tribum!" The witches yelled at the top of their lungs. "Buahhhhh!" The monsters started flying in the air. Their bodies are not in their control anymore. I closed my eyes while collecting all of our knives together. The witches made them gather together, and I made the door with all the knives, caging them inside. Rosie looked at me while giving me a signal.

I pushed him away, smiling, but then he pushed me back into him and smelled my neck, just above where his brother placed his lips, and then moved back with a grin on his face. "My oh my, little bellá, wanna enlighten us why our king's scent is on you?" Rex said. I went still, quickly darting my eyes between him, Beta Tim, and Gamma Chris. I thought I would find worried, hell, even horrified expressions, but all I saw were weird coy smiles, a glint in their eyes. What is the name of the flying monkeys that were happening? Shit! All these people were bodysnatchers! Was that even a thing?

My withered finger pointed at Skinny Monkey, who was shaking like a leaf. There was no earthquake, no dazzling light. He poofed, like a punctured balloon. It was just a soft ‘pff’ sound. He turned into a wisp of blue smoke in an instant. There was nothing left, not even a strand of hair.

Max had been right; it was a flying monkey. It had enormous wings that were larger than those of the bald eagles that were in the area. Its body was small, with long legs and arms that looked similar to those of a small rhesus monkey. It had a long tail and a golden-brown coat. It turned and saw them as it flew. It let out a little shriek, turned, and glided into the nearby trees. “That was a flying…” Lindsay began. “…flying freakin’ monkey,” Wren finished.