Monster M.D._A Monster Girl Harem Mystery Thriller_Monster M.D. by Leighton Lawless

Author:Leighton Lawless [Lawless, Leighton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monster Pulp
Published: 2018-09-03T05:00:00+00:00

Fifty yards beyond Pike’s position, roughly smack dab in the middle of Sheol, stood Jer and the rest of his crew: Damiana, Dakota, Max, and the newly in-tow Ambrose. They were frozen in place, looking back, listening to the echo of screams and gunshots, watching the fireball ascend and billow over Sheol and its inhabitants.

“We need to hurry!” Jer shouted.

“Understatement of the century, boss,” Dakota quipped.

Jer glimpsed a blurred form from the corner of his eye and realized it was too late. One of Pike’s harpies charged at them with a pair of swords in hand, cutting its way through the middle of a section of squatter tents.

With a wave of his hand, Jer signaled for everyone to run in the opposite direction.

Max led the way as they dashed between tents and shacks, following a dirt path that wound toward the far side of Sheol.

A series of explosions rocked the space as wild-eyed monster residents ran for cover. Some were shot down mid-sprint by Pike’s harpies, while others were atomized by rockets that screamed through the air and then airburst and blasted apart the ground, leaving six-foot craters.

Jer and the others managed to get far enough away and avoid being cut down. They ducked between a series of pale gray columns that supported a kind of lodge house as bullets ripped through the air.

Jer covered his head as rounds ricocheted off the columns, striking some of the nearby monster residents who collapsed to the ground, their heads and bodies punctured and pulsing fountains of red.

“Fuck!” Jer shouted, cursing himself, worried that he was somehow responsible for Pike and her kill-squad infiltrating Sheol.

There wasn’t time to worry yet, though, or feel guilt. There would be time enough for remorse and reparations. What they needed now was to escape Pike’s rampage of death before getting the chance to feel regret and look back at what they should have done differently.

Caught up in the fog of battle and banners of smoke birthed by the explosions, Jer lost sight of the others. He stumbled into a filthy tent and caught sight of a form seated at the rear in a wooden chair.

It was an older monster with long, white horns that were chipped and deformed. A bubble of blood lingered on the monster’s lips.

Jer could see that the stranger had been hit by one of the bouncing bullets. It entered just above his right eye and blew out the back of his head.

The monster wheezed unexpectedly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. One eye opened, and he lifted his hands to offer something to Jer—A partially rusted machine-pistol. With his last breath, the monster handed over the weapon to Jer who grasped it. Cradled in his hands, the gun felt warm and oily with a faint current emanating from it. He studied the gun and then held it, feeling the weight of the weapon.

Bringing it around, he stepped backward to exit the tent only to see one of Pike’s harpies leering at him from the tent’s opening, holding a pistol.

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