Romans & histoires Unchained Monsters

Chapter 2: The Mugnoson Twins AU ELITES, the top strongest and powerful group consisting of ten families from different clans. Chase and Hunter Mugnoson, eighteen-year-old male twins and currently ranked as the fourth and fifth most powerful students in the school. The two are from the Mugnoson Clan that was one of the members of Au Elites. Their family is currently sitting in the fifth chair. They are just in the middle but they are still scary because of their infamous magic—puppetry magic. All of their clan members learned the same kind of magic under the puppetry magic. Some examples of puppetry magic are body puppetry magic, shadow puppetry magic and nature puppetry magic.

“Who? I don’t ask a third time.” “Monks. Tibetan monks. They’re superstitious. Want to find out if the Chinatown Monster is a demon or some shit. It’s good for both of us. I don’t even want to know who you are. They pay me to chase shadows and . . . ”—wrong word—“Not Ghost Shadows, they don’t care about gangs, they don’t care!”

Waiting impatiently for things to work by themselves like how mother had promised, nothing happened. "This can't be happening to me." I panicked when nothing happened yet Anu had started to undress himself. Opening my eyes slowly to look at him, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw. His fangs had elongated while his eyes darkened as his nails turned to crawls.

As they moved, their plump breasts and thighs flickered behind those web of chains. Alpha Zackery continued, "In the original dance, these decorations were made of precious moonstones, which can only be found in the Kanz Mountains. A few decades ago, when their tribe still existed, the Aberrant Canines used to use them as decorations and trade moonstones with other tribes. Later, when people from the east found out that these stones could be a reliable source to provide energy and warmth, the price of moonstones soared in the east. Kings and Lords from the east started to demand the supply of moonstones. They first sent their tradesmen, envoys, and diplomats. Then, they sent their chariots a

Mitch recited like a professional. Joanne screamed and pulled at her hair. She could handle condemning her life, but she couldn't bring Susan into this. "Do you understand? Now sign." Mitch gave her the pen, and she did not balk this time. ***** Charles McAllister bounded over to his BMW XM and looked around for the valet. A few minutes had already gone by and there was still no one to be seen. As he often did on his business trips, McAllister had driven himself and had come alone to discuss the bid.

The thick mud instantly liquefied into a swirling, frictionless vortex. The beast’s charge turned into a plunge. It sank instantly up to its chest, its chaotic, purple-glowing hands thrashing wildly against the surface of the water, trying to find purchase. But Mwajuma wasn't finished. She clenched her fist, and the mud around the beast's chest hardened into a vice of solid clay, trapping its arms against its sides. As it opened its maw to roar, the water rushed in, silencing it forever as it was pulled under the surface. Three more monsters pulled themselves over the edge of the branch. They saw their prey and charged blindly into the swamp, driven by the mindless, corrupted mana that fried

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.