God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG]
Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is. But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too. Such is the basis of a monster. Such is the right of any living being. So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself "Heaven's Equal" who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that. Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction. What To Expect: - A relatively quick progression story - Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist. - A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist - Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show. - Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?
Damn Flying Hawks
Arthur hauled himself up from the collapsed tomb, his claws scraping against the cracked stone as he emerged into a new landscape. His wings tucked tightly against his back, and his massive, thick tail dragged along the ground, stirring up loose embers that floated in the air. What stood before him now was Cinderspire Gorge, and it was unlike anything he'd seen so far.
The jagged black spires twisted out of the ground like monstrous claws, each towering structure charred and cracked, as if the earth itself had once tried to claw its way to the heavens. Winds howled through the narrow gaps between these stone formations, whistling in strange, haunting melodies that sounded like the whispers of forgotten beings. Arthur's molten claws scraped the ground, and he marveled at how the very air seemed to pulse with ancient energy.