Beerus Novels & Stories

” Jenni ~”So he did not take your side? Becca ~”Exactly.” Jenni ~”Since you back, do I have to do your shooter rule?” Becca ~”That is totally up to you, I don't drink any other way.” Jenni ~”Great, let’s go!” We head off to our first booth, it's a bunch of guys I know. Becca ~”Roger, James, nice to see you guys again.” Roger ~”Fuck Becca it's good to see you.” Becca ~”Is the asshole here?”

a police puke from the horror of the scene. “This is mess up. Whoever killed them is a beast and not a human.” She stated while wiping the remaining puke from her mouth with her hand. “Frightening incidents occur in these woods. Still, I have never seen something this horrifying.” Her co-worker responded to the police statement.

“Where in the world do you have to go that you’re late at six freaking o’clock in the morning?” Zephyra couldn’t help but laugh a little. It may have made her a bad person, but she was enjoying his suffering just a little bit. “I work in a butcher’s shop, Badass. It opens at five-thirty in the morning, so I have to be there by five at least.” Dylan used some very colorful and creative cursing. “I can always tell Billy Jean you changed your mind, you know,” she said once he finished.

The elder let out a long sigh, clearly helpless. "Byron is completely ruined. He's out of his mind every day—drinking, fighting, nothing else. "He always gets drunk and rambles on about being some kind of factory manager, even claiming the Gamma's like his brother. "After he and Lisa marked each other, she still betrayed him. Byron's been drowning in the pain of heartbreak ever since. "These past few years, Lisa got pregnant three times. But every time she was about to give birth, Byron beat her until she lost the baby. One time, he even gave a stillborn to a witch to use as a catalyst for forging a magic weapon."

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.

the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order. "An espresso," I replied. As much as I couldn't deny his good looks, I knew that an attractive exterior could hide a multitude of sins. I needed a quick drink, something I could finish and flee if necessary. The waitress, acknowledging that he already had his drink, flashed him a quick smile before leaving us alone. Tomas filled the silence that her departure left behind.

Beerus snarls in our mind, and my lips curl back. Beerus- It's a fucking fairy, Tav. Octavius- I know. What the hell is it doing? I growl the question even though I am pretty sure I already know the answer. The fairy is feeding. It has frozen the herd and is drinking the blood of each one. Beerus- I didn't know they were blood drinkers. Beerus states for both of us.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Still, I couldn't let that stop me. After taking my bath, I changed back into the dress I had been wearing earlier and stepped out of the bathroom. The moment I entered the room, I stopped. The Beast was standing in the middle of it, waiting for me. He had a shirt in his hands, and judging from the way he was holding it out, he had clearly been waiting for me to finish bathing. “I brought this for you because the dress you are wearing is already dirty. You should change into something fresh.” My eyes dropped to the shirt in his hands. He couldn't seriously expect me to wear his shirt.

He thought to himself in awe. As he continued to ogle at the masterful creation-- noticing the ridges and weave patterns towards the middle-bottom of the spear that must've been where you held it, he noticed it had writing on it that read; "When you need the dark of night in the light of day. For the devout Follower of Beez, Gaunt." The message intrigued Claude so he waited until Bergrin was done talking to the Archer and asked, "Excuse me, Bergrin Sir. I was wondering do you know who made this spear?....uh...DuskBringer?"