Beast Hunters Megatron Novels & Stories

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.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

“She gave me quite a show in the forest. How’d you get a witch for a daughter? I’d say you were lying, but she is your spitting image.” “Just lucky, I guess.” Dad winked at me. “Em, Bommer is here to see Doc’s video feed. Another round of serum will be administered today at Supermax. The bear shifters have had some tangles with hunters in the Pocono Mountains.” “Are there shifters for every animal?” Dad and Boomer looked at one another and chuckled. “No, darlin’. Only top predators.” Boomer laughed. “Diesel started breakfast. You have time for a shower before it’s ready, “ Dad said. My eyes met Ghost’s, which had already started to darken.

I opened my eyes. The searing pain from the poison still lingered. "You have both perished in the mortal world, yet your souls were sent here by the Main God. Two identities now lie before you. "The first is to become a powerful beast woman in this world. The second is to become a saintess. Have you decided who will be the saintess and who will be the beast woman?" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Adrian cried out, bleeding and exhausted. The massive beast snapped its head toward him. For a terrifying second, Adrian couldn't tell if any piece of the man he loved was left inside. But then, those golden eyes locked onto the blood streaming down Adrian’s arm. A low, anguished roar ripped from the creature's chest. The hunters spilled into the room, silver weapons raised. "There he is!" their leader shouted—an old sorcerer whose eyes burned with dark, corrupted magic. "Subdue him!" But seeing Adrian's blood broke something inside Cassian. A raw, primal fury ignited within the beast, driven by a desperate need to protect his mate. He threw himself at the hunters with terrifying savagery, h

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

He says in his demonic voice. "Make me." I dare him and he rises up to the challenge coming for me in his monsteraus form. "Oh I will make, bowing down to me will be the last thing you ever do!" He lunges for me, causing a powerful collision which knocks me off balance. My inexperience is working against me as Soliaire now has me pinned down. "You are strong," he starts to morph back to his human self, obviously confident that he doesn't need his demon self to take me on. "But not strong enough." He starts to drive his hand into my chest, going for the heart, only this time his hand is practically on fire.

“I hated him too. Tried to run away from it, just like you. But it always came back to me, our fate, Ava. Jaskier is one of them and so am I. We’re born to hunt down entities that devour men.” Her eyes locked with mine, as she said those words slowly. “And the beast is one of them!” Jaskier yelled immediately, drawing his sword. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Jaskier.” Caspian snarled, stepping right in front of me to protect me. I swallowed nervously, peeking from his body which was in front of me. “I’m not who you thought I was, my King. I’m a hunter, a Scavenger, whose mission is to kill beasts like you.” Jaskier snarled, approaching Caspian.

“Is this—?” “Yeah,” Cyan said, nodding. “It’s really him. Tristan used to be Theo Matthews. I double-checked the photo with a yearbook and had some scanning to see the similarity. He might changed some of the feature, but someone confirmed it when I tried to contact them. Tristan was Theo, vice versa..” My fingers tightened on the edge of the folder. “And the guardian?”