Beastboy Novels & Stories

When I tried to fight him off he growled so loudly and shifted into that beast right in front of me. I could feel my body tense up, my knees give out and darkness consume me. "Hey human, are you okay?" The girl asked as I looked at her in fear. Human?. Did she just call me human?. Was she like Hunter!. A monster!. Is that why the boy could tell if I was awake or holding in my breath!. I quickly moved from the bed and stood up to run when I fell to the ground and hissed in pain. My feet were badly hurting. "What are you doing woman?" The boy asked as he got closer to touch me.

I was very skeptical of him, his presence and his intentions at this place. Apparently, he was more powerful than any of the known creatures in the region. I wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious if he hadn’t used the powers in front of me. Because no one else would be able to manipulate electronics, winds or fires, except the demons in myth. Though I didn’t believe in Benjamin’s rambles on the demon hypothesis, I was pretty sure Mr. Drakos was neither a werewolf nor a vampire. And this led to another crucial question, why had he been here?

His response makes Hayden to burst out laughing very bitterly. " Beast lord can't give birth. He is a god ,father. He never get out of that cave of his so stop this ridiculous revelation for goodness sake " Hayden returned dryly with a blazing eyes. " Hayden listen carefully. Now that you have been informed you should get prepared. Five hundred years ago Beast lord walk out of the cave and came into Lane creek to settled down for a while. He arrived with a human form, just like you he is so beautiful to a fault that every woman wants to be his bride not knowing he is the Beast lord himself. Your mother gave birth to you the night he returned to his cave but you were dead right after you were

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Its black, spiked body rippled with dark energy, and its glowing eyes locked onto him with predatory hunger. “Survive,” Malrik ordered, stepping back into the shadows. “And show me you’re more than a scout. Prove to me that you’re the First Soldier.” The beast roared, charging at Bruce with terrifying speed. Bruce didn’t flinch. He shifted instantly, his wolf form springing forward to meet the creature head-on. Their clash was a blur of claws, teeth, and raw power. The beast’s strength was overwhelming, but Bruce’s agility allowed him to dodge its attacks, each movement calculated and precise.

They would have conquered death. " I am sure. " Luke's eyes bore resolve even if it was foolish. He had to believe they had all worked hard enough on the formulas. That William would be different. He was human. He wasn't a rabbit, rat, or monkey. The results would be different if they had to be; they had to try.

The men that escorted had stopped about ten meters from the fence but watched him as he disappeared into the gates before turning back. The sounds that greeted him the instant he walked in was one he would never forget till the day he dies. He could hear the heart wrenching cry of a little child .After a while he couldn’t just hear them, he could see them too. The child was being mutilated by a big horrifying beast. The beast looked like a crossbreed between a wolf, a bear and a serpent. On closer inspection he saw the child being mutilated was his son, his heir_the one being he would lay his life down for. He immediately moved as if to lunge at the beast trying to tear his child to pieces.

Yara looked at the ant, which was as tall as he was, and was speechless when he heard Norm name it 'Little Ant'. "That's how I name all my Nefarious Undead and Dark Beasts. That child and general Nefarious Undead were called Little Boy No. 13 and Little General No. 4," Norm replied matter-of-factly. While they were speaking, Little Ant No. 1 had sped forward to fight the other evil beings. It had the help of Norm's talisman, which boosted its speed, defense, and attack. It was more powerful than the other evil beings. The ant was like a wolf among sheep as it made a killing among them.

“You didn’t make a mess, I hope.” “Only on the inside of his skull.” He smirks. “His family?” “Compensated. The boy has a future working in shipping. Legit.” I swirl my whiskey. “We’re not savages.” Dante leans back. “No. But we carry sharp teeth.” He eyes the broken glass, then me. “Let me guess. That was her doing?” “No,” I say. “That one was mine.” A silence follows. Thoughtful. A little too thoughtful.