Beasts Mc Novels & Stories

He looked at Becky in shock, who has turned her avatar into the Goddess. With her magical wand, she hit the ground with force. Her magical wand turns into heavy chains and she looked at the beast with anger. She twists and aims towards the beast to capture him. The beast was running and pacing in the room angrily. He started throwing things towards Becky to release himself from her powerful gaze. Each time, he lifts and throws anything towards her, Becky deceives his every attack and jumped in the air to control him. He angrily hit the wall in disappointment. He wants freedom. He wants to get out of the room. He shouts again with anger which breaks the window. He found his chance to jump ou

The Knight frowned and he soon rode off. "Who the hell is him?!" The second man grinned. "That's the Beast Dog! The beast Dog!!" The third man replied fearfully. (Beast Dog is a name given to those who have the lust for killing beasts. No matter how strong the beast is, they will make sure to fight it to the end, without surrending.) Every of the officials were all seated and the competition will soon begin. "And let the competition begin!!" In this competition, the amount of those participating are in three digit numbers. They are in a total of 500 disciples and they all have different levels of power according to the Teirs of their Body.

He didn’t wait for the men as he rushed out towards Beast quarter. The place called Beast quarter is where the elders reside. It is a very large and tastly furnished house with great technology and a part were some unbreakable cages has been built to held down harden criminals who was not in a position to forgiven. Hayden walk straight into the Beast quarter with his two men behind him. He has a clenched jaw and two glowing eyes while his paranormal sense were swirling around. Neil one of the elders has sense Hayden’s presence so he walk out to face the leader.

It was so easy to shift back into the fight, like when I first got here, putting what Elder Miles, Zachariah, Raphael, and Zaire have all taught me. I punch, kick, duck and dodge, moving around the circle of beasts, using them against themselves. Allowing them to knock each other out rather than me trying to, as I don't have that ability, well, at least not yet. Once there is only one beast left, we go one on one. A few others have stopped to watch, but don't seem to want to help him. He gets in a cheap shot, taking me to the ground and pinning me there. He sits on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. He leans down over me. I turn my head and look at Zaire as he then runs his nose up my

One of the men who had been running the show for years. A dark smirk crept across Beast's face as he stepped into camp. His eyes were laser-focused on the unconscious Beta crumpled on the ground, tied to a tree. He would enjoy breaking every one of those Trinity Falls pack members.

In all my life, have never imagined myself being in this kind of situation where I would be going on this kind of mission which could cost me my life. "So guys, one thing about these monsters is, they are bloodthirsty. They crave for blood and that made them just like zombies but they aren't zombies. They are something much more powerful and stronger and faster than zombies. Believe me guys, these monsters are in their right state of mind except that they get really wide at the smell of a blood. Apart from the blood they always crave for and their abilities, there's no difference among us. And about the beast species. As you all know, they are the deadliest among these monsters. Beast specie

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

I said. Beastmen came in two kinds. Some could live independently, as humans do. Others were companion-type, entirely reliant on human care while offering emotional support in return. You could apply through an agency, get approved, pay a hefty fee, and be matched with a suitable companion. Because the cost was so high, private transactions were common. However, the quality of beastmen varied widely. Malcolm was a perfect example. He was sharp-tongued, foul-tempered, and impossible to handle.

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.