Beast Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Once the new body parts start popping out, a slimy, dog saliva-like substance oozes out along with blood from his snapping joints. The yellow, glowing orbs of a predator radiate from his eye sockets, and the man's pupils dilate like a wolf's. You His eyes are now stripped of all humanity and replaced with the eyes of a hunter, usually including excellent night vision. His bones snapped into position and other things that made him non-human. He set out to hunt down women. His name was Chaos and he brought Chaos to the world. No in a beast form, covered with fur, he got to the small town where a maiden lived. Peaking through her opened window, he crawled in.

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

Why you again ? God! What are you planning to do with me? Oh no, Porishma you can't be weak. And hold the horses of your emotions tight. you can't disclose anything to him. If he'll get to know about me and the bitter story. He'll Die and I'll not be able to stop him. RUDRA is the mixture of all the evil creatures of God. BEAST+DEMON+DEVIL+MONSTER = RUDRA. If he gets to know then he will destroy everything because he is HADES.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

God, I’m seriously fucked. I step out of the shower, wrapping a bathrobe around me. I pause on the mat when I spot Zeke, sitting on the bed, legs crossed. He has changed into a black shirt, baggy pants thrown on carelessly, hair messy, beard rough. My breath hitches. Wet hair, naked under the robe, and him looking like a damn snack. I can feel the pull in my chest, heat pooling between my legs, and suddenly my body doesn’t feel like mine.

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.

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.