Zamtrios Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

After that, the monsters would dispatch the survivors. The marksmen atop the trailers continued to fire their weapons at the incoming monsters. The ground was dyed red by the monsters' blood. In the meantime, Matthias was doing everything he could to build a wireless communicator using the supplies they had. A wireless communicator would be of great help to the group at that moment. Finally, the trailers passed through the monster horde, but this was not not to be their last fight. At that moment, the same thing was happening in Yelloton.

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

Instead, he turned and gestured for Scarface, Mona, and Kat to queue up for their turn on the boxing machine. As Frank himself had the Martial Alliance's recommendation, he did not need to take part. He took a seat on the bleachers, staring upward at the plasma screen overhead. Currently, a martial artist named Zac Horne would be taking his turn. He was a Zamri police officer and a Birthright-ranked elite, and his punch weight almost reached 2,000 pounds, almost reaching the bar set for Ascendant-ranked elites. Many around him were left gasping and cheering as Zac's biodata was displayed on the plasma screen overhead.

Then he slammed the dagger into the monster’s eyes, before pulling it out swiftly and hitting it into its skull until it collapsed over to the ground. Panting, Zach looked back at where Zaylee was but what welcomed him was Zane, smirking with a knowing gleam in his eyes as he stood there. He had been guarding Zaylee the moment Zach confronted the monster. One look and Zach knew that the damn phoenix witch bastard had seen what he did a while ago. His face said it all especially that irritating and evocative smirk.

he looked threatened. "If they are after the disk, why are they killing my men?" he yelled at him again. He was annoyed by the way the guy had been acting frivolously. "Please let me go, before she comes" he replied again with frivolity. "Pay him and make sure the trade still happen. The zombie fighter is my main target. Be careful and thrilling" he pushed the guy off. "And don't fight her" he added. Back in the basement, Jackson crew clapped.

"Wow why are there monsters in this match?" Zoya said surprised when she saw some of the monsters caught on CCTV camera. “It must have been Captain Arnold who made it. He likes to surprise the Jaguar team. This match just got more and more difficult. The winner of this match is a really high-quality person,” said Ben as he continued to stare at the CCTV screen. Knowing that there were monsters in this match made Miyuki even more worried about Eren. *** Eren pointed his gun at the weeds that swayed unnaturally.

That was the sound of starved zombies catching the scent of fresh meat. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble. Keith spun toward the sound. His blood ran cold. A tide of ordinary zombies was pouring out of the workshop—dozens of them. And at the front of the horde stood a monster nearly three meters tall. Its muscles bulged like stone. Its skin had a metallic, iron-gray sheen. And in its hand, it gripped a snapped steel I-beam like a club. [Target: Strength-Type Zombie (Tier 2)] [Strength: 80]

The grey static of the creature shattered, turning into a shower of harmless dust that sparkled in the moonlight. The clearing returned to its natural state, the crickets chirping again as if nothing had happened. "You just 'De-tuned' a Shadow," the Sound-Hunter said, looking at me with a mixture of awe and fear. "You didn't just kill it. You erased its frequency." I looked at my arm. The black waveform had grown, a new line stretching toward my palm. I wasn't just a reporter anymore; I was a weapon. "We need to find that water," I said, helping Julian up. "The one that flows upward."

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

For drinking water, I ordered five hundred jugs and had them moved into the bunker, along with ten high-powered water purifiers. Aside from food, medicine would become the rarest hard currency in the zombie apocalypse. I cleaned out five pharmacies, buying antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine, fever medicine, painkillers, and all kinds of first-aid kits and surgical tools. Finally, I made a trip to the black market and got three military-grade compound crossbows, several thousand steel bolts, two machetes, and a stab-resistant suit. When the last batch of supplies had been moved into the bunker, the reinforced blast door slowly closed.