Beast Hunters Megatron Novels & Stories

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

I howl repeatedly, and I bet even the heavens have sighed in defeat. "And don't think of doing anything stupid. By the time you pull that trigger, I will have fed this damn thing two bullets already. Let's see if your weakling whore will bear it in her conscience." The monster howls in victory. At this point, Deep has no option than to surrender. He drops his gun to the floor, and the monster discharges a triumphant loud annoying howl. "Good, boy!" He mocks, turning to me, but keeping an eye on Deep still. "Now come to me, baby!" Ho orders me in his monster-soothing tone. He has turned into a complete varmint.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

I wanted to be with her forever. Then one day, my parents told me I was a beastfolk, not human. I was a snake. Because of that, I pulled away from Nancy, worried that she would hate me for what I really was. To keep my beastfolk instinct under control and manipulate my forms, I went overseas. A professional team would help me train out there. Her photos were the only thing that relieved me of my longing for years. They kept me hanging in there. … When I came back, I found out she had a lot more friends, almost like she'd live happily even without me.

Hunter’s shoulder was torn from where the beast had bitten him earlier, and Shawn had claw marks across his chest, but neither of them stopped. “Come on, you stubborn beast,” Hunter growled through gritted teeth, joining the vampires to grab one of the beast’s hind legs with his remaining good arm. The beast snapped at Hunter’s face. Hunter barely dodged back in time. Shawn grabbed the other leg, his face twisted in pain from his injuries. “Keep moving! We’re almost there!” Slowly, they dragged the massive beast toward the circle. It took the combined strength of eight vampires and six pack warriors to move him even a few feet. The beast dug his claws into the earth, leaving deep marks as he

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

Almost blinding me. ‘Alpha… they’re coming.’ Kelan’s voice slices through the mind link. He’s perched on the ridge above, other scouts at his side. Luke lifts a fist and halts the others. ‘Are they morphed?’ I ask, scanning the black around me. Shapes lurk. Predators hiding in the storm. ‘Not morphed, Alpha.’ Good. ‘We wait,’ I command. And then I hear Simon, stepping into the rain with his warriors. Lightning burns the sky and his face is carved in white light. Hate radiates from him, thick as the storm.

"That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?" "He said his name is Dalton Reeves. He claims he's got it completely under control! But…" "But what?" Randall asked. "But he says the kid is completely hysterical. She's crying out for her dad. On top of that, the Belorian Tiger is starting to get agitated. "Your son, Tristan, is the only one who knows how to handle these apex predators. We need him to calm it down and secure the perimeter so the rescue team can get her out safely."

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

For three seconds, it was real, a massive, grey, insectoid horror with too many limbs and a mouth full of broken geometry. Marcus burst through the door and hit it with his shield at full kinetic charge. The rendered beast was launched across the command center, crashing through the reinforced wall and into the server room. Jack was on it instantly, his sword blazing. Two savage cuts reduced it to grey meat. Katherine's round, fired from the rooftop through a ventilation shaft at an angle that defied belief, punched through three floors and caught the creature's core, detonating it from within. Four down. The remaining three Null Beasts arrived simultaneously, phasing through different walls