Romans & histoires Zombina Monster Musume

"Didn't you say that any pregnancies or illnesses you might have would transfer to Victoria? How could this happen?" Tears started to fall from Ruby's eyes. "I don't understand why this is happening either. The bracelet was on her wrist. Logically, she should've been the one to get pregnant. When I put the bracelet on her at the hospital, I had a feeling my mom's connection to my womb wasn't completely severed. As long as I got pregnant, the child could transfer to either of them. "But since my mom is dead, the child should've gone to Victoria. So why is it still in my belly?"

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

“All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.” Rina made a face. “God.” “And their eyes…” I continued, swallowing, “They don’t rot the way human corpses do. But these… it was like dust had settled deep behind the sockets. Like whatever got to them drained something out of them first.” Rina shivered slightly. “Okay, now I’m definitely sleeping with the light on.” I smirked. “You always do.” She shrugged. “Yeah, but now it’s justified.” I hesitated, then added, “Leonidas offered me a seat on his council. Right after the third body turned up.”

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”

Munch… Crunch… Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner. Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look. By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable. As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.

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]

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld.

The sound of the four of them walking straight into the monster forest returned. The four of them immediately stopped when they saw a giant scorpion animal appear along with several other animals behind the scorpion. "What?" The four of them said, surprised to see what was in front of the four of them at this time. Seen the four of them are currently surrounded by several giant animals that inhabit the monster forest. "What now ?" Khan asked his friends who looked very surprised. … Inside the labyrinth tower. Frankenstein and the eight fighters from Zeon were seen separating.