Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

If I remember correctly He seems to use some sort of a very strong demonic beast web. “Um… I think he uses the web from the beyond ascension realm demonic spider with some sort of special method to refine it removing any undesired trait-like poison and stickiness en masse.” Aurelia nods repeatedly and starts to take notes in her memo with the language I don’t know. It should be the language from her homeworld.

And because he knew what kind of beasts they were, he knew what strong points they possessed. The first beast was the Steel Bodied Mantis. It was a creature that was 2 metres in height. It looked like a giant praying mantis, and it was just as grotesque. It was a creature that had an extremely tough exoskeleton, just like most of its insect companions. Its defense was near impenetrable, which was why it was called the Steel Bodied Mantis.

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.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike. But we didn’t move. Not even a flinch. “Leave,” I growled, guttural and deep. “Not without the girl,” Gadreel spat through clenched teeth. Brammon’s patience snapped. He shifted fully into his minotaur form, hooves slamming into the ground. The earth trembled beneath us. Rhydan’s scales rippled across his skin, heat radiating off him in visible waves. “This is your last warning,” I said.

Tara looked past him into the grove and sucked in her breath. He turned to follow her stare and stepped back when he saw the creature creeping up on them; its teeth were bared menacingly. Brandon squeezed his eyes shut a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He had just endured a nasty injury, after all. As hard as he tried he couldn’t make the beast disappear. It had the head of a vicious wolf, but its body resembled a mountain lion. He put his glass on the patio table with slow deliberation and stood in front of Tara.

After Lucius said that, a rough voice said. “Hahaha, Lucius. You Nine-Headed Worms suffer defeats too? David, don’t be scared of those worms. We, the Titan Giant Apes, support you. I didn’t think you'd be so powerful after you just entered Eternal Realm. You can even chop off one of the heads of Serpentine’s Golden Body from so far away. What a promising young man!” The person who spoke was the head of the Titan Giant Ape Clan, Tarzan.

I hate spiders. The monster swings it's front left arm forward, and Terrax dodges to the right. He lands almost next to the creature's head and suddenly drops his elbow to the back of the creature's neck. The Latroot roars, and as it tries to escape to the left, Terrax yanks his knife out of its back.

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

The beast looked like a product of pure rage, forged in the image and likeness of wickedness personified. Its eyes were a pool of red, fangs bared and ready. A loud growl pierces through the air as it lunges, its claws tearing at the air. Marisol could feel its power, its anger, its hatred aimed at nothing she could currently make out, but she couldn't look away.