Battle Beast Invincible Comics Novels & Stories

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in

“Marcus! They breached the center! Get to the Alpha's line.” Marcus blinked, returning to his senses. He opened his mouth to answer, but the ground exploded beside them. A Vrykolakas war beast, massive and armored, crashed through the ridge, its fangs coated in silver ash. Abel turned to face it, blades drawn and claws extended. Marcus hesitated, just a heartbeat, but that was more than enough. The beast lunged and Abel met it head-on, but he wasn’t strong enough. Marcus could have stopped it. Could have torn the beast in half. Instead, he took a step back.

*Canaan* The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking. A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.

For some reason, I feel like he's going to try to sabotage again. I just know it. "I remember that Alpha Keeran had even lost an arm in this fight," she said to herself, nodding along. I couldn't help but feel my skin crawl at the thought of losing an arm. Hm. Wait. I am sure that Keeran had both arms when I saw him. They felt and looked real. So how did he manage to grow it back? As if noting my slight curiosity, Rora explained. "Strong Alphas are capable of regrowing limbs or other body parts in several decades."

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

I knew I did. I was drunk, and I slept with a stranger who happened to be King Gabriel LaBête, the Beast King, the man who women feared and wanted all at once. It was a mistake, that was all, so why did my chest feel like it was on fire? Tears ran down my face. I'd deliberated it for so long, and I told myself if ever the conversation of that night was to come up, I'd know what to say. And sitting there with him, saying those words hurt me more than it should have. But why? It wasn't like I had feelings for him. I've only been in the palace for fourteen days, and I don't even know him. Why then was I crying?

The blonde guy scolded him. My eyes widen, I thought no one was allowed to talk to him that way? "She talks way too much" The beast snarled back, oh so the beast name is Damien? I expected his name to be a dog or something the next thing I knew I was fling across the room. He had moved so fast I didn't realize it until my back and shoulder hurt like tiny needles had been starb into me. I cried out in pain wondering what I did wrong, the beast eyes had somehow changed to black and the blond guy quickly shove him out of the room before helping me up.

My eyes instantly opened when my legs were easily grabbed. The beast pulled me to its side like I was nothing, it showed its full dominance by the loud sneer that was making me want to submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast wanted, at least at that minute. I wasn't going to submit no matter what. "Let me go, what do you want from me!" I screamed on top of my voice. It growled again and this time it pushed me to a rock where I hit my head.

He was alone, surrounded by an enemy he couldn't even see. "Tch. What a pity, your skills are wasted fighting for the humans," a voice slithered through the crimson fog, a venomous whisper that seemed to slither into Lance's very bones. Lance's gaze snapped towards the source of the voice, his senses on high alert. The fog swirled and shifted, a malevolent entity that seemed to writhe with anticipation. And then, as if conjured from the very essence of the fog itself, a figure emerged. A Beastman, clad in black and gold armor, stepped into the clearing. His form was imposing, his muscles rippling beneath the polished metal. But it was the injuries that marred his otherwise formidable appeara