Beast Hunters Megatron Novels & Stories

"I know of another hideout in the Eastern District! There are dozens of humans there as well! You can't kill me now! I'm still of use to you! I can give you a full name list of the Elders' Council!" The chief officer looked at Felix in disgust before turning around and handing me a revolver. It was heavy, solid, made with silver, and filled with pure silver bullets. "Ms. Davies, according to the Emergency Avoidance Clause of the Supernatural Beings Act, when the victim is faced with an extremely dangerous and highly aggressive supernatural being, the victim has the right of 'final defense' against it. "This is especially so if the supernatural being attempts to attack the victim again." Afte

I whispered. Adrian’s answer came quietly. “Not good.” The hunter pressed a button. The device beeped loudly. Then went silent. Nothing happened. For a moment. Then— A distant roar echoed through the mountains. Not a wolf. Something mechanical. The ground began to tremble. My stomach dropped. “What is that?” The hunter leader grinned. “You’ll see.” Kael shifted back into human form, his silver eyes scanning the dark forest. His expression hardened. “They brought vehicles.” Marcus growled.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

And Bima felt something moving beneath him. Something large, alive, and slimy. [Warning! You have landed on the body of an 'Alpha Mutant' (BOSS Level – 'The Behemoth')!] [The Behemoth's Objective: Protect the metro system core. Highly aggressive toward intruders!] [Warning! Kevin has likely already harnessed part of 'The Behemoth' for his 'Synthetic Buff'!] "Damn it! We landed on it?!" Bima shouted in his mind, panic setting in.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

I would have thought that was part of his goal. “It would be nice, but it isn’t my end goal. It wouldn’t be possible to change centuries of thinking. Hunters are very ingrained that supernatural beings are monsters. It doesn’t matter what their stories are. Nothing will make most hunters empathetic to a supernatural being.” Khalid shrugged. “Yet, you’re different. Your sister and Tía, too, as they are mated to werewolves. But I can understand what you mean.” I nodded. “That would be like asking if after you take out Toño do you plan to take his place and change the ways of his clan? We both know killing him won’t bring back whoever he killed.” Khalid countered.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.