Behemoth Novels & Stories

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

Suddenly Selina shouted, surprising Hebe and the others. Hebe saw that everyone was looking in her direction and was embarrassed. Usually, she often speaks loudly to everyone, sometimes even making children cry out in fear. So Hebe had a lousy nickname on the team. But right now, in front of her is not a criminal but a victim, so Selina shouting like that will make people misunderstand that Hebe bullied Selina. "What's wrong with you?" “I don't need to go to the hospital.” Could this girl scream so loudly only because she didn't want to go to the hospital?

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Beatrice Wilder, or GWOTOWC, ignores me. I hand over the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Beatrice looks through them, huffs, and stands to her full five-foot height from behind her desk. Her short white hair is a lie, or at least I think it is. Judging by the trickle of energy she releases, she's a shifter of an unknown lesser variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm, there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I'm undecided if that's good or bad. Bottom line... I prefer my own realm, where dragons are lords of land and sky. I'm just old-fashioned that way.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

“We are not broken yet.” A massive shape tore free from the gate, dwarfing all before it. A beast of ribcages stacked upon ribcages, its spine curling like a tower. Its head was nothing but a hollowed-out maw, gaping wide enough to swallow ten men whole. With each step, the earth cratered, ash billowing. Dorian swore softly. “And if we are broken, then what?”

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

And Bima felt something moving beneath him. Something large, alive, and slimy. [Warning! You have landed on the body of an 'Alpha Mutant' (BOSS Level – 'The Behemoth')!] [The Behemoth's Objective: Protect the metro system core. Highly aggressive toward intruders!] [Warning! Kevin has likely already harnessed part of 'The Behemoth' for his 'Synthetic Buff'!] "Damn it! We landed on it?!" Bima shouted in his mind, panic setting in.

The last one was the Behemoth, a giant creature with sharp curled horns with pointed canine teeth resembling a bull, and its skin was so thick that it was difficult to penetrate. The presence of the three creatures was so formidable that the ground cracked with every step they took. The Hell-hound snarled while drooling its acidic saliva and the Manticore hissed in a high-pitched voice that sent chills down your spine. The Behemoth roared in a thunderous sound that shook the ground. The entire forest crackled as it experienced a great earthquake from the Behemoth's deafening roar. Keefe's heart wa

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]