Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

As strand after strand of fine thread as strong as white steel bound him, Yazu suddenly let out a piercing scream. Yazu's torso appeared to be carried high, but he dangled precariously as the thin thread raised him. Li Wei screamed, "Grade C Tarantula - Plus!" as the adolescent peered at the artificial ceiling. The three companions quickly turned their heads upward. Tarantulas are enormous. The most giant buffalo they had ever seen was half as big as this one. The white pearl-like web from his mouth appeared to ensnare Yazu and was prepared to devour the unfortunate boy.

Both beasts were evidently enraged. One of the beasts was called the Silver Beast. It was not as strong as the golden python, but it was still at the same level as the red fox. The other beast was called the Thunderflame Wolf, and it was around the same level of the Silver Beast. Both of them used middle ultimate god rank techniques. Calruz and Toren could work together against one, but they would not be able to deal with two at the same time. After the two of them used their attacks, they easily lured the two beasts toward Fane.

The Taotie barreled toward Scarlett, its massive jaws casting a shadow over the entire battlefield. Scarlett didn't raise a weapon. She simply looked up at the terrifying beast, her eyes flaring with absolute, blinding cosmic gold. "Sit," Scarlett commanded. The word wasn't loud, but it carried the foundational authority of the First Weaver. The Taotie froze in mid-air. The kinetic force of its sudden stop cracked the tectonic plates of the Upper Realm. The horrific, mindless monster whimpered—a high-pitched, terrifying sound of absolute submission. It dropped to the ground, its massive, bone-plated head hitting the jade floor so hard it caused an earthquake.

It was tall, reaching half the height of the colosseum. “Woahh!” Mica exclaimed, dodging a web that came from its mouth. It roared in anger, going straight for her again. Oliver rushed in with his trident, getting close the spider utilized its spiked hands against Oliver. It was obvious the spider was really fast with its attacks, but Oliver was doing well keeping up with it. As expected of him. “It’s a Ravage tier monster, it should be easy if we work together.” Benjamin said. Afterwards, he went down running with his hands and legs, on getting close to the creature, he made a high jump transforming to his werewolf self mid-air.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

His wolf surged forward with a roar that shook the cave walls. Marcus took a step back, his eyes widening as he watched Trent's body begin to shift. But this was not a normal shift. This was something primal and violent, fueled by pure rage and the need to protect what was his. "Kill him!" Marcus shouted at his men. "Kill him now before he fully transforms!" The first man came at Trent with his sword raised, but Trent moved faster than should have been possible for someone who had been poisoned minutes ago. He caught the blade with his bare hand, ignoring the pain as it cut into his palm, and yanked the man forward. His other hand came up and slammed into the man's throat, crushing his windp

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Like he had won something. Like I was the prize. Arseñio Dicaprio… the Alpha Beast. The man in every ancient hunter’s journal. The monster whispered about in barracks. The cursed one. The one no woman survives. But I had. And worse—I had marked him. My fingers brushed the side of my neck, still wet with dried blood. The sting of his bite pulsed like a brand. I looked at him — the way he stood in front of the window, bare chest rising and falling, arms crossed like a god of war, eyes fixed on me. My heart thudded.

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”