Beast Monster Novels & Stories

The beast had two pairs of arms and two legs, with a fat, flabby body. I briefly remember the Biology lessons taught in my old world. This monster was similar to Tardigrada, a microscopic animal shaped like a bear. The shape of the head that only had a mouth without eyes was also very similar. I even felt that the monster standing in front of me was initially a Tardigrada who was enlarged with a Doraemon magnifying flashlight, then given a hair growth serum all over his body. Yes, that's the monster in front of me right now! A second later, it immediately took the stance to lunge at me.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

When the ice and snow dispersed, they saw a huge monster suddenly appear in front of them. They were startled. All of a sudden, the monster gave them the creeps. The thing was as big as a small hill. With ice thorns all over its body, it looked extremely horrifying. Let's call it the Snow Beast for now. "Howl...!" The Snow Beast let out a deep roar and pressed its arms down on the crowd. Immediately, the snow and ice shot in all directions. There was nothing but darkness between heaven and earth. Greatly shocked, all of them exerted their strength to the limit and avoided this fatal blow.

" The monster cried out as the beast sank his long teeth inside it's neck however the monster quickly shook the beast off itself, flinging him away but the beast didn't give it a breathing space as he came at it again, clawing it in its body and face with his long claws. The beast was actually defeating the monster! But all of a sudden more black monsters up to 30 but a bit smaller than the one the beast was battling came into the room through the broken window. “Cover me!" The monster ordered and all the black monsters placed themselves in-between the beast and the monster just at the very moment when it seemed the beast wanted to deliver its final deadly blow on the monster. The beast pro

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

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.

A colossal beast burst through the terrain, obliterating everything in its path as it stormed into the group's vicinity. "It's a Thunder Beast!" Tyler shouted, his voice tinged with shock and fear. The monstrous creature was no ordinary beast—it was a deadly, fearsome predator. A single misstep could spell certain death. The Thunder Beast roared, its fierce eyes scanning the area. Moments earlier, it had sensed the group's presence. Now, their aura had vanished entirely. Confused and enraged, the beast stomped about, its massive frame radiating raw power. It couldn't comprehend how its prey had seemingly disappeared.

The Beast Kings are the one who are merciless. They the one who are the rulers of the supernatural world. They are the one who are Savage Beasts. They are the one who are Heartless monsters. They are the one who killed thousands and thousands of people. They are the one who causes fear in people with just the mention of them. They are the one who doesn't have enemies because no one dares to oppose them. They are the one who have strength combined of all the supernatural species.