Beast Wars Depth Charge Novels & Stories

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Escape called, but wards stirred again, chamber doors sealing shut with a boom as shadow beasts reformed larger, eyes blazing fury. I drew the dagger quickly, potion's boost fading but determination steeled my stance. The first beast charged roaring, body massive and claws like blades. I dodged left and slashed its leg, blade biting ethereal flesh with drain pulling at my energy immediately. It swiped back, claws raking my arm deep with blood flowing hot, weakness hitting fast. I stabbed its side desperate, twisting the moonstone that glowed bright and dispersed it with a shriek.

If anyone owes anything, it's you who owes me. After hearing my words, Lydia's eyes filled with fury. However, the poison swamp's corrosion had already rendered her unable to speak. She could only watch helplessly as she was corroded bit by bit. Watching her sink beneath the poison swamp, coldness flashed through my eyes. "Come out. How cowardly of you to use your female as a shield." As soon as I said this, Marcus and the other beastmen from my previous life quickly emerged from deep within the jungle. The moment they saw me, their eyes held a trace of fervor.

KABOOM. The mining charge detonated inside the pressurized shell of the Beast. The explosion was deafening. But because the charge was buried deep inside the thermal vacuum, the blast didn't go outward. It blew the creature apart from the inside, shattering the super-cooled obsidian into a million pieces of harmless, dead-gray pumice. A massive cloud of white steam and gray ash erupted over the plaza, raining down like dirty snow. Silence descended on Aethelgard. I lay on the hot cobblestones, my chest heaving, staring up at the darkening sky through the falling ash.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

he said. A couple of snaps resonated from the cage making the creature shape shift into a bird. That instant, the dark energy was no longer visible unless in little parts that came from its mouth. But something built within, I could feel it and in a few seconds it let out, “The world is coming to an end!” “Burn… burn… all districts will be burnt to the grounds and there will be nothing left!” I narrowed my eyes at the shape shifter’s words. “There will be-“

I spat then punched him across the chest causing him to stumble backward. The hunters quickly charged at me furiously. I folded my hands ready for them when I heard loud growls from behind. I glanced there and noticed how most of my warriors were now in their Tasmanian forms. They rushed past me, some jumping in mid-air landing on the hunters, striking without holding back. Some warriors began firing guns while some held on their swords pretty well. My focus was solely on the hunter with the daggers. His interest in Hera was what made me want him dead.

And I forced myself to reduce food portion and fed only on small mice as a way to delude myself even further. But the good days crashed completely as father finally declared a war against this country. It’s until then that I realized the marriage arrangement was a lie. My intended ‘sacrifice’ was for a justification of father’s invasion. I could still memorize it clearly that Chelsea glared at me furiously after I confessed to her that I was the invader’s son. Then she volunteered to become a female warrior out of indignation and guilt. When she confronted with me again on battlefield pressing her gun loaded with silver bullets against my chest, she cried out. I told her to pull the trigger