Beast With Two Backs Novels & Stories

I must give it my all. Ironback Wolf Beasts. The monsters he was fighting were called Ironback Wolf Beasts. They were Spiritual Beasts that were generally between the seventh and the ninth stage of the Body Washing Realm, known for their needle-like defense and rapid attack and movement speed that were comparable to early Formation Spirit Realm cultivators. This was the reason why a late stage Formation Spirit Realm cultivator like him was struggling. Dealing with a single beast or two was easy, but killing a horde composed of nearly a hundred of them was a seemingly impossible mission for his team.

“We must’ve encountered the legendary ‘fiend blockade’. According to legend, although Blackwater River is strange, it’s house to beasts that can move freely and attack unpredictably. They’re very hard to deal with.” Just as Mark spoke, the boat shook violently, almost capsizing. The attack was from the wave summoned by the beast! “Everyone, be careful!” The boatman transmitted a message to everyone. “We’ve encountered a beast out to cause trouble. Let’s work together to tide over this!” Everyone’s lives depended on the boat, so they all started to attack the beast in the water. As the angry beast leaped up, Andrius got a good look at it. It was a bizarre creature that looked like the Obsidia

It's body was that of a horse and the arms were that of a bear's. The legs were that of a kangaroo's. I even had the time to ask myself who could have created such an ugly combination or what might have put this creature in such a state. I ended up vomiting there and then. I think the beast must have gotten the message because after vomiting I looked up and saw a furious look on its face. Another similar looking beast appeared from behind the first one and whispered something to the first one. I didn't hear them mostly because I was screaming but I was able to grab just three words.

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

It bit down, scrunching the metal with ease. ‘Perfect.’ The beast convulsed instantly. The effect was violent. Its body twisted, shook, and howled from deep in its malformed belly. It staggered backward as black foam came out from its mouth, groaning as its skin peeled off. A second later, I witnessed a horrifying sight. It looked like the two wolves that merged to form this abomination tried to escape from it. Its flesh stretched in two opposing directions, forming an image of what looked like two faces frozen in fear…

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

BOOOOOMMM… BOOOOOMMM… “Hahahaha, your little brother is indeed amazing! But it’s not enough to defeat me!” said the figure—a two-winged beast with a massive body resembling a rat. Between its wings was a circle resembling the moon, making the beast appear incredibly powerful. "Brother, you mustn’t call me ‘little’! I’m already massive now—where does the ‘little’ come from?" asked the ancient Roc beast.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

A massive chimera‑like **drone‑beast** hunched on all fours, its metal body heaving with slow, mechanical breaths. It was bigger than any drone we’d seen so far—twice the size of the alpha wolf in the castle. Its front half was canine, with heavy plating over its shoulders and neck, a head shaped more like a predator jet than an animal. Its hindquarters were insectile—multiple jointed legs ending in hooked claws, a segmented abdomen bristling with antennae and turrets. Cables ran from its spine up into the beacon’s base, tethering it like a guard dog to a power source.

I turned my head fearfully to the inhuman sound. My eyes widened as I saw the creature landing on all fours. It was a huge black wolf, baring his canines and hissing menacingly at us. His claws dug deeply into the soil and his eyes were dark hooded. His body tensed up and leant forward, ready to launching an attack. He growled in frenzy as Mr. Lang grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him protectively.