Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

She was the moon goddess, after all. The back of his neck prickled when he felt a breeze of a wind dance around him. Someone was watching him. But who? As if the answer was hidden in the question itself, he stepped out of the car and glanced up at the buildings that stood opposite the road he was standing on. It took a while before he found the floor where Dhara's apartment was situated. Someone was watching him alright. And it was none other than Dhara. The beautiful healer he couldn't claim as his mate. The healer he couldn't mark. The healer he couldn't even bond with.

His eyes glow like molten orange embers and I feel a wave of heat radiating from his body and intoxicating me with his presence. His gaze is like a powerful vortex, sucking me in and I struggle to look away, feeling I am being dragged to the depths of an abyss. He is not content until our eyes lock again and he places his hand under my chin, lifting my head so that I am staring up into those burning embers once more. What mysterious creature is he? A man? A beast? A god? What power does he hold over me? “What are you doing?!” I gasp, my voice trembling as he towers over me.

They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward. Some whispered that he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle where no one dared approach him. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence alone enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid toward me, and I immediately lowered my head. “Raven, you will go as a replacement for your sister as the Beast's betrothed.” I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut. The room spun around me, my vision blurring at the edges as my father's words sank in.

In an instant, a white tiger, a blue dragon, and a giant whale came roaring out of the tattoos, blocking the way of the Demon Saint with a snake's body and a dinosaur's head. "Kill them!" The Metallic Mantis Demon Saint launched an attack at the same time. He swung his claws to create spatial vibrations that were like lightning flashes, which enveloped the other giant. "The Black Tortoise! The Vermilion Bird!" The other giant shouted loudly and activated the power of the tattoos on his body. A giant Black Tortoise Divine Beast appeared and blocked the attack of the Metallic Mantis Demon Saint. At the same time, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast that was hundreds of meters long and burning with

They shifted into their beasts and ran towards the crater where hundreds of creatures from the underworld kept crawling out from. Kendrick crouched and shifted into his enormous spirit beast. His body shuddered violently and his bones popped painfully, wrenching a loud growl from him. His size increased and kept increasing until he was almost as tall as the buildings. He opened his mouth and a loud and powerful roar sounded, echoing through the city. Tabitha and Cassie hid behind the debris of a fallen house and watched the very huge silver beast with shock written all over their faces. They watched as it bounded away, the ground shaking with its weight, its great and terrible claws slashing

They were probably confident no one could ever escape or survive this place. We climbed up a stone staircase, moving quickly and silently. I was holding the Xenodermus babies we had rescued. We only stopped when we saw light ahead, and the exit from the arena. There, we saw a group of wounded Tarragons battling a huge monster—it looked like a centipede, but more vicious, with spikes along its back. Its many legs were sharp, and its head was massive with enormous, jagged teeth. Vestaria looked at me. “What’s the plan?” she asked. I smiled. I handed the Xenodermus babies to one of the others we had freed. My claws extended, surprising them, and I knew my eyes were glowing.

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.

She cocked her head to the side with an evil grin on her face. "You look tired, Warrior. Didn’t you sleep well?” The woman asks, getting into my face. I scowled at her saying nothing. She slaps me across the face. “Saying nothing will not save you from your punishment, Damian. I’ll admit that you are strong both physically and mentally, but eventually you will break like everyone else.” I continue to just scowl at her. She turns her head to whistle for a torturer to come. “Let us see if you are strong after this.” She whispers in my ear. She crawls away back from where she came from. That’s when I notice thunderous footsteps approaching. A shadow comes in front of the sun, blocking it out. T

I want him to keep looking at me like that forever. I tug at the waistband of his boxers. He watches, half-lidded and sloppy, like he’s drunk on me. When the elastic slips, his cock springs up, hard and heavy. He lifts his hips to help me pull them off, eager and impatient. He’s so fucking beautiful like this—danger in his jaw, want in his eyes.

"GET TO SECONDARY POSITIONS NOW!" Warriors scattered. The shadow traps we'd spent days setting up exploded against the Beast's hide and did absolutely nothing. Arrows flew through its body like it was made of smoke. Because it was made of smoke. Corrupted, angry, murderous smoke. The Beast's eyes locked on mine, and I felt it—that connection Morgana had talked about. Like a fishhook sunk deep in my chest, pulling. No. Not pulling. Dragging. I gasped as the sensation intensified. My mother's blood. They'd killed her and made this thing from what they stole, and now it was trying to—