The Monk Novels & Stories

The monastery felt otherworldly, filled with the scent of incense and healing herbs. "Please wait here," the monk told us, gesturing to a small room with simple wooden benches. "We'll do everything we can for your friend." The waiting was torture. The few of us who remained sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I kept thinking about the people who'd died to get us here. Their sacrifice would mean nothing if Thomas didn't survive. After what felt like hours, a man in healer's robes appeared in the doorway. He looked tired, concerned.

It is said that the temple was an ancient temple,there was once an Oer monk who was powerful and he casted his powers inside a book named Santacas, during a war, the monk was killed in the war. However on getting there, I saw no one, nothing but an abandoned monastery that, who knows, has been for thousands of years. I went further and saw a man with a green and blue dress and his head was covered with a glowing cap, sitting on the air and clearly meditating. I approached him and he proved to be the last of the monks. And to find what I was looking for, I had to go to a mountain,the mountain of Cissa to take the forbidden book,a

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

Both moves looked like they came at the same time, but Damon was able to use his hand to grab the other player's foot. The two were at loggerheads now, Damon having the man in a vice grip on his feet. The man had good balance, though. I thought it would have taken years to master such balance, but the man smiled faintly at him. Suddenly, I remembered the man's name as "The Monk." The Monk had apparently grown up in that part of Asia, surrounded by a tropical environment.

Andrew bowed upfront of him and then left the place. Just as they left the place, old monk opened his eyes, but this time there was something different in these eyes. His eyes were burning red and the pupil inside changed its colour to golden. Only his eyes are so scary that once if someone saw it, the person will get nightmare for whole month. Monk moved towards a big mirror and saw himself in that, then he started removing his shirt. The moment he removed his shirt, in the mirror a face appeared that was attached with his tummy.

I asked him, now genuinely concerned. “They were petits esprits, little spirits sent by the esprits supérieurs (Greater spirits) in order to provide a barrier from the dosorlla. It also explains that you are the chosen one. But the fairy thing, I am still confused about it. This is so dope” He was literally looking lost. “There are petits esprits too?” I asked him. He nodded his head in reply. “Bonjour à moi-même (Hello to myself)” I murmured only to laugh at my stupidity. Ashton also joined in my laugh and soon we were laughing for no reason.

Sensing his insecurities, the monk just patted his back and suggested, “Work hard. One day, an old friend of yours would come to you for help. But, you won’t be able to help him. So, send him to me. Also, the people who you won’t be able to treat would survive, only if they found me on time.” Saying those words to him, the monk disappeared into the forest besides that moon-colored lake. It was the same address that James handed over to Leevon. The burning paper slip confirmed that the monk was still using that forest house and Leevon had to rush. James was although a doctor, yet he was an atheist.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

The old monk said, looking at Jason. The monk who used to be foodie back then had now become an old monk, just like the holy monk of Snow Summit.

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.