Beast Wars Depth Charge Novels & Stories

These weren’t the same as her own topside weapons, and instead of curved horns these were massive barrels that tapered down at the tip. Arcs of orange electricity swept from the bottom of the barrels all the way to the tip as they charged up. They gathered up faster and faster until they formed bright spheres at the very tips, then fired their projectiles through it. The massive guns infused their spiked slugs with disintegration energies and shot them at Thanatos at the same time. The spikes all smashed into the chitin one right after the other, at nearly the exact same spot. Each of them dug deep in, and caused massive cracks and fissures to break across the surface.

The first Depth-Charge (an anti-submarine explosive designed to detonate at a specific depth) didn’t hit the Refuge, but the Hydrostatic Shockwave (the wall of pressure traveling through water from an explosion) was enough to throw Elara against the med-bay bulkhead. The amber light of the bioluminescent moss flickered, then died, replaced by the harsh, rotating crimson of the station’s Emergency Strobes. "Graves is trying to bury us," Kazimir snarled. He was already on his feet, hauling David Vance up with one hand while snagging his pulse-rifle with the other.

The voice of 3 apes blasted inside David's Ear, momentarily stunning him. "Control your volume! Damn it!" He groaned and looked over the battlefield once more. The Water puddled when the wolves began to use their wall strategy once more. After being picked up by Gigabeetles, they flew to the wolves before releasing a discharge of thunder from their fists. ---

He exploded with full force in mid-air as a black glow shone around him, and a gigantic black bear began to form. The bear was over ten meters tall and looked fully sentient despite being conjured out of internal energy. It had bloodshot eyes, sending chills down anyone's spine in its presence. It was one of the ultimate moves of the Forgotten Valley—the Beasthaven Chant. The air constricted as the black bear appeared, making everyone feel like they were suffocated by a bloodthirsty aura. Ambrose's gaze narrowed at the sight of Ether attacking, his gaze turning bloodshot. That leftover bastard of a survivor from the Forgotten Valley sure was evil, waiting patiently to strike at the right tim

I continuously try to stay awake but I'm struggling so in the end I succumb and drift into sleep. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm drowning. I try to scream for help but no words come out of my mouth. I'm fading but he won't let go, he's still holding me under and I decide to give up. Before I can give him the satisfaction of dying I'm pulled out the water and I feel him caressing my hair. "It's the beginning of the end. Hold my hand, I won't let you call, I shall keep you safe always." He kisses my forehead and disappears before my eyes.....

You could still hear the sound of glass against wood, even though it shouldn't have been possible. A little promise. It's like a low-key declaration of war. He got up from the chair and moved through the room like a shadow. He didn't need to stick around. His next move was ready. It's set into motion with a touch so light, so unnoticed, that no one would see it coming — until it's far too late. He stopped at the door and looked back over his shoulder at the bottle, which was shining dullly in the light from the lamp. "I lost what's mine," he whispered, voice low and cracked, like he was feeling something much older than hate. "Now it's your turn, Matthias Cox."

The stone walls of the archive chamber were glowing with heat. Lustre could barely stand. Her thighs still trembled from the way Jammy had taken her against the relic table, still wet with his seed dripping down her legs. But that had only been the man. Now, she was staring at something else. Something vast. Something ancient. He shifted before her, one step at a time. Skin rippled, scales pushing through flesh, obsidian and gold. His face elongated, cheekbones sharpening, horns curling from his skull like dark bone crowns. Wings burst from his back with a sound like thunder cracking inside the earth.

Just Raven, the girl who studied venomous snakes, though it was out of my specialty, though I had a hunch that I will need to use it in the future. The kid finally woke up. That’s a good sign. His wolf healing probably started. After three days of barely breathing, that little boy blinked his eyes open like nothing happened, like he didn’t just scare the living hell out of everyone around him. I don’t know what it was, relief or adrenaline wearing off, but the second he whispered “Mama?” and reached for his mother’s hand, my knees almost gave out. I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I didn’t.

A war cry erupts, filling the walls with thunder. “Men! We wait here! We take them down here!” Gerald roars. Our voices rise as one. The footsteps of our enemies thunder closer. The doors explode open. Chaos surges into the hall. And I, I'm ready to take them down. *** Iris. The world fractures into blood and fury. Wolves burst from skin, bodies breaking and reforming in wild morphs. Howls slice the air. I rip forward beside Gerald, teeth and claws tearing into Ephraim’s men.

Kael let out a terrifying roar as his body expanded into the giant, eight-foot-tall war-wolf. The beast charged forward, his heavy paws slammed into the concrete with the force of a battering ram. He crashed straight through a line of three Enforcers, threw their armored bodies into the cold river water below like ragdolls. I ran right behind him, used his body as a shield against the flying bullets. I clutched my silver tactical knife tight in my right hand, my left arm hanging limp at my side. Dante Cross saw us coming. His amused smile finally disappeared from his face.