Behemoth Novels & Stories

"This is bad." "Who is Behemoth?" Hydra asked when she saw a bit of fear in the eyes of the Princes of hell. Before anyone of them could reply her, the ground beneath them open and Belphagor, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan and Raziah (Lucifer) where standing on a very large hand of a beast, it's claws were the longest and largest ever seen which made them look small. Only the hand of the beast was seen but the chuckle that came out from the unseen beast was petrified.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

Everything was moving in a positive direction for the Behemoth. "Go forth and destroy everything in sight!" "Yes! Excellent!" The earth trembled. A hundred-meter-tall Behemoth gradually emerged from underground. It looked somewhat similar to a beast mech. Its outer appearance was very distinctive. Its head and limbs were like those of a normal mech, but there were over a dozen spikes on its back. The spikes varied in length, with the longest reaching twenty meters and the shortest only seven meters. Moldur was still adapting to the Behemoth's body. After crawling out from underground, he walked a

All three heads turned toward the floor at once. Then it came. A sound older than words. A roar too deep for any machine, too primal for any engine. It vibrated in Ellie’s teeth, sank into her bones. A low, rolling rumble. Scales. Wings. Wrath. Ellie staggered. “What… what is that?” Cerebus’s golden eyes burned. His growl was not for the soldiers anymore. It was for something older. Something waking beneath them. The Chimera. Level 5 — Surface Exit

I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

Live. “Oh, stop flooding,” Behemoth snarled. “I know everything about your family. A sick mother who does not leave the walls of the house, and a brother who squanders an inheritance, told a legend created for others. You live off your share in the company. Remains of former luxury. All ad nauseam correct and law-abiding. Last time you were saved by a freak with scars on his face, but this ... this time, he will not save you. He is not here. But it's okay, today I'll start with you, continue with your friend, and end with that freak when I find him.

The real reason was the dangers and evil that lurked all around him. A boy could protect himself. But what was a girl going to do? No matter how hard she was trained to beat the men, she would never be able to win against the animals of his world. He didn’t know if his wife was carrying a boy or a girl but he knew that a girl in his world had no position. The men would rip her apart like wolves. His brother, Adriano had a daughter. And he knew her fate. Adriano, a Capo, a beast in form of a man. The Snake.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.