Beastboy Novels & Stories

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

Third Person's POV Atticus and Harris walk into the backyard and are immediately greeted by the loud joyful sound of children playing throughout the backyard. There's a large bounce house where half of the kids are playing, and the other half are taking turns riding on the large bear. The children giggle as they chase behind the bear that's larger than an Alpha wolf. Beast is incredibly large and scary, but he carefully moves through the backyard with the children closely tagging along beside him. He's anything but scary to the children. He's the gentle giant as Mark calls his mate.

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

He had a dagger in his hand, the same one that had been in Beom’s pocket. “How…how did you get that?” Beom stuttered, searching his pocket frantically but it was empty. Meanwhile, the beastman clutched onto his pouch still screaming then he suddenly stopped, releasing a dangerous aura. He was really mad. He charged at us, swinging it claws furiously. I pushed the boys towards Beom who took them away from the fight. Each of its swings were fast and brutal. If it were to be a normal person, they would have been long dead with their bodies torn up. But I was me, and I had gone more berserk than this.

Just Raven, the girl who studied venomous snakes, though it was out of my specialty, though I had a hunch that I will need to use it in the future. The kid finally woke up. That’s a good sign. His wolf healing probably started. After three days of barely breathing, that little boy blinked his eyes open like nothing happened, like he didn’t just scare the living hell out of everyone around him. I don’t know what it was, relief or adrenaline wearing off, but the second he whispered “Mama?” and reached for his mother’s hand, my knees almost gave out. I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I didn’t.

NARRATIVE POV This massive male was giving orders. His presence was commanding and dark. Yes. He had a pulsating darkness around him, but it oddly called to her. It matched the darkness that filled her hollow soul. It coursed through her veins. His body was riddled with deep scars. He was a war beast. Beast. CC wondered if this was the Beast that the rogues were referring to. The name suited him. She couldn’t imagine this behemoth doing mundane everyday errands like running to the supermarket in a minivan after dropping off the pups at soccer. He was raw and dangerous.