Beast Bendy Fanart Novels & Stories

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

I should be proud that he was no more but… I wasn’t. Demonte Damelo has always been one of the worst fantasy of mine. I would never be able to forget him for my whole life time. I couldn’t forget him. “Thank you for your assistance. Now the only job left is drawing his sketch. Please assist us with his sketch,” they said and I nodded my head. The officer made me walk to the sketch room where there was a sketcher waiting for my instructions to draw.

The walls were spotless and had art of famous Tangent battles on them and the ceiling was incredibly high with expensive chandeliers hanging from it a few feet apart which gave the black marble floor beneath his feet an ethereal gleam. His walk was interrupted as he came to a stop to look at his favorite depiction of a Tangent battle, the name of the piece was “Pure Dominance” A little intense, but he liked it. The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

The girl called as I looked at her with a glare. "Don't talk to me!. You are like him aren't you?" I asked in a cracked voice. "Like who?" She asked with a frown. "Like Hunter, you too can turn into that monster!" I yelled loudly as her expression turned cold. "Damn you, lady, how rude can you be!. We aren't monsters you know, we are Tasmanian devil shifters!" She growled loudly as her eyes turned light purple. I gasped loudly and quickly pulled myself back towards the wall.

[Name: Beenedict Stingerback] [Level 1] [Race: Blind Soldier bee] [Role: Attacker (combatant sub-role)] [Abyssal force: 40/40] [Attack: 12] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 10] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills]: (v) Poison sting Lv 1 (10 AF) (v) + Ability to produce poison and inject it in an objective with a stinger, fangs, or sharpened legs (25% chance of poisoning the target). Sharpen (5 AF) Lv 1 (v) + Empowers sharp limbs or stingers to deal more damage for [30 seconds] Pica Lv 1 (passive) (^) [Affinities]: None (select one on the troop management screen) The last one was Ben. She was like a baby rhino clad in full plate armor and six legs. Her eyes were almost non-existent, and her three