Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

Before her eyes, the hand began healing. “What's that?” Maria screamed at the top of her voice. She fell to the ground as the beast reached for her a second time. Trevor dashed, holding the creature by the neck. A loud howl escaped his mouth and his bones made cracking noises and before her eyes, Trevor turned into a beast. He snarled, grabbing the creature which reached for his mate and slammed it into the ground. They engaged in a tussle and some of Trevor's men appeared, turning into beasts and engaging in a combat with the one who tried to harm her.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

There are a pack of wolves salivating over a wounded deer and some smearing it's blood all over the place. The suffocating air and sickening atmosphere were best suited for people who embraced darkness rather than light. Tarantulas spin their webs in the dim light. Their extrusive threads glistened like silver-dipped meshed steel. They hoped to eat bloated insect prey and gulp their icky blood, all while their many eyes glanced in the wild. "We're almost there," she said as the whimpering sounds echoed through the trees, which I noticed.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

“That… that can be a chance because most of the powers don’t work on mate.” That was it. Beast walked out of the hotel room that they had booked in the human world near the pack. He wanted to be alone. He loved being alone. * After a while, he was sleeping on the tree, looking at the Moon, who was ‘Moon Goddess for werewolves and Mother Selene for vampires.’ On the other side, Liara was also looking at Moon. The same thought was going on in their mind. ‘WHY?’ ‘Why did you mess up pairing my life with my enemy?’

Yara looked at the ant, which was as tall as he was, and was speechless when he heard Norm name it 'Little Ant'. "That's how I name all my Nefarious Undead and Dark Beasts. That child and general Nefarious Undead were called Little Boy No. 13 and Little General No. 4," Norm replied matter-of-factly. While they were speaking, Little Ant No. 1 had sped forward to fight the other evil beings. It had the help of Norm's talisman, which boosted its speed, defense, and attack. It was more powerful than the other evil beings. The ant was like a wolf among sheep as it made a killing among them.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

You wouldn't dare focus on anything when your back was burning like a blazing fire. "Of course you don't care until they bit you," he told putting me one of the tarantula. Panic attacked me rapidly, I tried to struggle and shake my shoulders trying yo remove the animal of me. "Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo." The scorpion was walking on my bare breast then to my neck. The feeling of the tarantula's feet under my skin makes me tremble like no other. It feared my soul like hell. One bite, only one bite then I would be dead without me knowing it.

Putting all his weight behind his fist, he swung it and a white bolt of magic tore out, sizzling and crackling as if the very air was burning when it passed by. Yet, it was futile in the face of indomitable might; the little girl needed only to lift her small hand and give it a smack, and the bolt of magical energy dispersed into nothingness. As retaliation, she released another stronger bolt of white energy of her own from her little fist. Bang! The huge bearded man was no more, and at the spot he once stood on was a fog of blood-red particles. Lady Tarantula decided to fight back. She earned her moniker due to her extensive use of poison-based magic. One single drop of her blood was enough