Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

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.”

Archie shrugged with a mocking grin," What can you even expect from a bunch of new recruits? No matter how intelligent a beast, it's still a beast." "Are you serious? You think–" Alia's vein popped out, she was about to lash out until Grisha interrupted. "Alright enough!" Grisha stopped them both and turned to the scout, "Jax, tell me more about this beast!" "Lieutenant, the beast is a Manticore. It has a disfigured human-like face and the body of a lion. When they spotted the beast, it was about 6-8 meters tall. It has three rows of teeth and its body is covered with hard scales. The beast has both earth and fire type elemental affinity."

My stomach dropped as I stared at Dr. O'neil's smiling face. Behind him the rich darkness called to me and the beast's growls racked invisible claws down my back. This was no werewolf. Whatever it was, it wasn't of any world and there was Devon. The two scents confused me, I wanted to turn tail and run the hell out of that place.

He gestures to the four werewolves surrounding him, "Yi is a Stealth talent, which means he can become completely invisible when he finally develops his skill. Jake is a Sabertooth talent, which means he has long retractable claws that look a bit like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger. Xavier is an Earthquake Punch Talent, which pretty much explains itself, and Wes is a Charm Talent. He can charm his opponent in seconds and almost hypnotize them into doing his will. And I... I'm a Beast Talent. " "What is it?" I ask, staring at Ray's nearly perfect face, stained with a darkness I can't quite explain. He is a mirror image of Xavier, but yet they are so different. How can this be? "When I tra

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.