Behemoth Novels & Stories

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

Thick, dark, beautiful fur rapidly grew across his skin, his teeth extending into sharp, deadly fangs as his broad frame shifted into his massive, magnificent half-beast Alpha form. He towered over the room, glowing green eyes shining with absolute power, his heavy breath fanning across the warm air like steam. My mother let out a sharp, terrified scream, stumbling back against my father. "My God! What is that?! What is he?!" My dad instantly threw his arms out in front of my mother and me, his face pale as death, his body shaking as he stared at the giant, terrifying beast standing in the middle of his daughter's nursery. "Get back!" my dad yelled, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterate

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.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

said the old fat man behind us. “One point five!” I quickly blocked him. It quickly reached two million. “Two point one.” The roar of my pulse quivered my muscles in both dread and fury. As the bid got higher and higher to two million and five hundred grand, my throat clenched. Sweat formed on my forehead as if I was brought back to that dark place with a horrible smell. I could feel my back stinging and my skin breaking. I could hear the strike of the thick metal buckle heating my bare back, splitting the skin open.

Their hearts grew heavy, knowing that losing him would be unbearable. The oppressive energy in the distance trembled ominously, sending powerful waves through the air. As Adrian approached, the monstrous beast paid no attention to his arrival. Within moments, he was near the creature’s location. Turbulent energy surged around him, and his gaze locked onto the colossal figure at the center of it all. It was a massive beast, resembling a fusion of four different wild animals. Its immense body and gigantic antennae made it clear just how formidable the creature was.