Battle Beast Vs Omni Man Novels & Stories

he said clenching his fist because it was the past string of his patience. (Translation: Either you tell me now or I'm blowing your mind off! You fucking motherfucker!!) The man was about to shake his head in denial but before he could Zavier shot all the guns down his throat emptying the barrel of the gun. The man's blood splattered everywhere but he was still not satisfied. He kicked the chair and let the dead body fell on the ground with a thud. "Tiger!!! Tizen!!!" He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned.

I watched with lowered breaths, my heart pounding in my chest as Tristan’s men and Tessa’s men clashed in a violent showdown. Tristan, the formidable leader, was in the heart of the battle, his presence commanding respect and fear. I stood nearby, clutching my belly tightly, ready to defend my baby. Tessa, the cunning and ruthless wife turned adversary, was locked in a deadly game of wits and strategy with Tristan. As the brief battle raged around them, I couldn’t help but admire Tristan’s skill. He was a formidable foe, and it was clear that Tessa had a personal vendetta against Tristan. The clash among their men was deadly, each move calculated, each strike dangerous.

"You should be with Isolde." His reply comes fast. "Worry about yourself, Bran. Trust me, you can't hold that beast much longer. Even a night hunt won't be enough to settle it. You need sex. Long and hard." I swallow, gaze dropping to my trembling fingers. He is right. But I can't give in to this. "Should I arrange a Gamma or an Omega?" My beast growls low at the suggestion. Not with want, with rejection. It wants her. She is human. She can't take us.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the final, crushing blow to arrive so the darkness could take the pain away. The blow never came. Instead, a sound like a thunderclap echoed—the sound of sheer, unadulterated power hitting flesh. I slowly opened my eyes to see a silhouette standing directly between me and the beast. Clement. He hadn't moved on his own, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Kael’s fingers tap the armrest of his chair twice in a clear signal. Clement grabbed the monster by the throat with his muscles bulging with Beta-grade strength, throwing the beast back into the darkness with one fluid, violent motion. The sound of the massive body hitting the stone echoed through the space lik

County Barney. Hundreds of demon-beasts chased after King Ruven Omanelis and Edmund, who flew evasively in the air. They came from all over. The winged demon beasts with sharp claws and sharp teeth like rows of saw blades chased after them savagely. Meanwhile, the burly and horned Demon-beasts chased from the mainland. “Blue Yol Bullet,” Edmund shouted. Blue fire Bullet. A volley of blue fireballs shot out the winged Demon beasts chasing Edmund and King Ruven Omanelis in the air. Edmund's blue fireball hit the hollow-winged demon beast's chest. One by one, their bodies fell to the ground and burned to ashes.

Deven became clearer too, and I kind wish he hadn't, as his figure reminded me of just what the difference between an omega and a normal wolf was. His stocky build and size would have already put me at a disadvantage, combine that with his training, and me being fucking pregnant, and I was down right screwed. I had to fight anyway. I've got to at least hurt in someway. No matter how small, I wasn't letting him erase my presence from this stupid place so easily. If he was going to kill me, kill my pup, then I was going to scar. I would make it so kids screamed just by looking at him.

It gave no thought to protecting itself as it lunged at Ralta. Ralta propelled his sword forward, bracing it with all his strength. Its tip parted two of the beast’s ribs and plunged into the giant’s heart. Ralta let go of the blade, knowing he’d never yank it free in time to face the other beast that was upon him with it wedged as it was in the body of the first. Ralta ducked the hair covered fist that came at his head and shoulder rolled on the ground towards the corpse of a fallen Roman. The man’s headless body rested in a pool of its own blood that continued to pump out slow off the jagged and torn stump of its neck. Ralta’s hand closed around the hilt of the dead man’s sword that lay in

“Stop, Ophelia! Don’t do it!” After taking a deep breath she dove deep into the vast ocean and sank into the heaven the beast had created. “Ophelia!” Onyx cried her name in warning. "Komm bei mech, mäi Mann!" Ophelia screamed out and he fell to his knees grunting in agony. He clutched his head and she knew the inner war between him and the beast had begun. She witnessed how her other half battled the beast with everything he has inside. He will allow his beast to shift without a fight. He refuses to give up. (Come to me, my male!)

My stomach dropped as I stared at Dr. O'neil's smiling face. Behind him the rich darkness called to me and the beast's growls racked invisible claws down my back. This was no werewolf. Whatever it was, it wasn't of any world and there was Devon. The two scents confused me, I wanted to turn tail and run the hell out of that place.

Damon asked. "Yeah, especially critical things like this' ' I responded. "The beast of Delon is a giant beast and the most powerful supernatural being to ever exist.. It is not even evil but it can be deadly when you want it to… He doesn't go outside Delon because of his form and he claims he hates humans… No supernatural force that ever goes against the beast has been able to get a strand of his hair talk less of defeating him" He replied. "He must be a hell of a warrior, are you sure about no one.. Fighting him ever makes a point out of him" I replied.