Beast City Novels & Stories

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

There was something about this city that made her feel even more out of place than usual. As she passed a small market square, Asha overheard fragments of conversation: *“Werebeasts have been sighted again. The hunters say they’re growing bolder, more aggressive. It’s only a matter of time before they reach the city.”* Her heart sank. Werebeasts. The very creatures she had been searching for, but not just any werebeasts. The unnatural ones—the ones who had been twisted by blood magic and dark experiments.

They didn't know that in twenty-three hours, their peaches might turn into binary dust. We hopped onto a transit-beast—a massive, six-legged creature that looked like a sleek, metallic panther. It didn't need a driver; it responded to the intent of the city's inhabitants. "Sector 7," I commanded. The beast let out a low purr of static and leaped from the balcony, its paws finding purchase on the vertical glass of the skyscrapers. We blurred past the city, descending from the bright, high-tech heights into the fog-shrouded "Old District."

The hall seemed to have been carved out of wood with a fountain in the middle and some strange little birds flying around in the air. There were a lot of other women in the same dressing as the lady leading Sheng Chen and the party, either just standing or leading other groups of people to some places. They made their way to the other side and entered another room. It was much smaller in comparison with some strange marking in the middle of it. On the right side, there was another lady who waved at the party as they entered. She was standing in front of a desk with some papers on it. Everyone moved towards the table when they heard the second woman speak. "Hello everyone. My name is Tsun

Ask Erin and Benny to travel through the collapsing door in white, they arrived back on Earth. Unfortunately, they had witnessed the chaos that has you selling their beloved City. The scenery of Boston was warts into a hellish nightmare hair of Rim Stone and red in flames. The sky is filled with hordes of flying demon-sized citizens of Boston and that had devilish Mike wings each building monuments to the sinister kaiju. No, Taylor said as he kneeled to the floor watching his beloved home become a cesspool of Destruction and malevolence. I ever wanted was to come back here all I ever wanted was to stay here call this place home. But I failed. Boston is gone it is all gone.

“They were here when we arrived. Legend has it they predate the arrival of the Symbiont People.” She whipped around to look at him. “Predate...you mean there’s someone else on this planet?” Pleased to discuss one of his favorite subjects, he told her, “Not that we’ve seen. Both Jaymes’s citadel and mine were abandoned for many years before the Haunt took over. But the Symbionts are now at war with something they call ‘the Beasts’. They are very secretive about their business, possibly because they fear revealing weakness to us, but we do know these Beasts have driven them from the cities they built beyond the swamps. Since no one wants the swamps, it’s doubtful the war will continue if they