Beast Wars Tarantula Novels & Stories

Some people had a hawk placed on their hands. "This here is a Red-Shouldered Hawk, did you know that they eat mammals and can eat something as big as a rabbit!" We continued over to the insect part of the zoo. A group of teenage girls squealed as they held a tarantula. "That there is a red knee tarantula. They are one of the most docile breeds of tarantula but their bite is equivalent to a bee or wasp sting." The tour continued, we pit stopped at every animal. I was falling in love with this job more and more every day. But, every tour came to an end. Each one ended with the wolves.

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—

"I'm going to cause an inflation crisis." Jack leaped into the air, soaring over the massive, thrashing tail of the beast. He landed directly on the creature's broad, fleshy back. The moment his boots touched the corrupted hide, the Debt-Eater shrieked. It sensed a massive reservoir of capital—the stored lunar meltdown energy humming inside Jack. The beast’s fleshy segments peeled back, revealing hundreds of secondary, jagged maws that snapped wildly, trying to consume the Planet’s Alpha. Marcus landed heavily nearby, slamming his shield down to crush a wave of parasitic, purple ticks that swarmed off the beast's body. Katherine provided covering fire, her sniper rounds expertly freezing the

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”