Monster Mlp 소설 & 이야기

The way I usually do things. It was unconscious and uncontrollable. She was appetizing, which made my plan difficult. I didn’t think I was going to want her this much. I didn’t think I was going to feel a different emotion other than hate for the enemy. And want was the most dangerous thing a monster like me could feel for a her kind. —-Lydia’s POV—— He shouldn't be in my head. But he is. Like smoke clinging to the lungs, like old blood under fingernails, no matter how many times I try to wash my thoughts clean, he’s still there.

What a monster. ************

I choke down a laugh, but Mirasol shoots me a sharp look, the kind that says Behave. Brent carries on, utterly unfazed. “That’s probably why they brought me along—because I’m the best. Kill ratio? Perfect ten. Precision? Ten. Danger level? Also ten.” He throws in a dazzling, deliberately over-the-top grin. “But enough about me. We can’t all be this amazing, after all.” Caleb shakes his head, barely containing his amusement. “Can you believe this guy?” he whispers, mimicking Brent’s voice with exaggerated flair. “‘This amazing.’”

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

Jasmine shouted as she squeezed into the depths of the vehicle to hide. Then, the bulletproof glass shattered. A Tier Four speed-type zombie swooped in through the hole like black lightning. It snarled and leaped at the nearest prey: Wade. The monster's maw was laced with sharp teeth, and rancid drool dripped from its mouth. "Get away from me! Don't bite me!" It was life or death. Jasmine's male best friend, who always had a glib tongue, turned into nothing more than a hideous creature trying to survive. He grabbed his screaming 'friend' and tossed Jasmine at the pouncing zombie.

"Six AM sharp. Squad One tags out, Squad Three tags in." Arlo's fingers fly across his keyboard, pulling up the roster. "Vera takes the perimeter. The Dark Elf from the training hall. Her archery is lethal." "True. But every high-ranking monster has an exploitable racial weakness," I say, flashing a wicked smirk. Arlo spins his chair around, his jaw surprisingly tense. "You mean...like sexually harassing a Throne Angel?" I grin. He'd monitored my entire audio feed. "You threatened to kiss a giant, floating eyeball," Arlo mutters, aggressively crossing his arms and looking away.

He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid to gush out like a fountain, the monster roared in agony causing it to clap its pincer tightly and trash around violently. Amelia felt her knees go weak as she saw what was going on and was unable to do anything about it, tears streamed down her face freely when sudden

“The Elarion are ancient artifacts born of the forest’s will. They move, they resist, and they choose whom they allow near. Your task: bring back a living relic. The rarer, the better. Return empty-handed, or fail to return at all—and you forfeit your rank.” A hush fell. “And should you encounter the Mireling Crown—the forest’s rarest relic, known for its ability to manipulate shadow and time—you will earn not only high merit, but the Headmistress’s personal favor.” He paused. “But beware—it is sentient, elusive, and hostile.” Great. So a homicidal crown. With a wave of his hand, the sigils blazed—and the field rippled. The tall grass gave way to a dirt trail that led into the mouth of the f

And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying. Xavier pursed his lips with restraint while his hands were busy exerting full force on the rope. The cutter had shown his work. The grip of the rope was loosening. He knew that if their demands were not met, they would kill everyone one by one. These were the rebels of a jungle tribe living in the jungle who would one day take the Australians hostage and separate them from the government. They were making demands and when the demands were not met, they would brutally massacre people. And it was not acceptable for Xavier to wash his hands of his life like this at that moment. And perhaps nature was giving its full support.