Beowulf Graphic Novels & Stories

Millie looked around and said, “Cthulhu has grabbed the vampire bat’s face. I’ll bet the octopus figure is protecting you. In fact, the bat was probably thinking about making us vampires so we could replace two of those he lost to the zombies.” Becky watched with fascination as the vampire bat struggled to free himself while the Cthulhu figure tightened its grip to the breaking point. “Enough! Enough!” the bat said as it transformed back into human form. The girls saw no blood was indicated on the figure’s mouth or fangs. Becky touched her neck to check for any signs of wounds or bleeding, but she detected none. She stood, and looking indignant, spoke to the skulking vampire. “You tried to s

“What do you have in mind?” My lips tightened. Even though we were chess pieces in a battle between gods and Fenrir had saved the day, there was something I could do to even the score. Something the wolf god had mentioned earlier drifted to the front of my mind, germinating an idea that made my lips curl into a smile. “That asshole and his pals at the Supernatural Council are going to regret treating us like pawns,” I said. Hours later, Griff and I returned with Lydia and the enforcers to the Living World, where I discovered why Beowulf had rejected Lydia and sacrificed her to Fenrir.

Tilting my head to the side, I studied the hulking man. He had bigger muscles and a broader frame. All of his body looked sculpted from marble, but a white beard covered his strong, square jaw. On his pectorals, a new masterpiece of ethereal blue ink displayed two majestic wolf heads. They mirrored each other with snarling elegance. Their manes curved and widespread across his shoulders like smoke from an old fire, depicting a whirling mixture of fur, tribal fires, and esoteric designs. The intricate lines seemed so alive, as if they thrummed with power and divine lineage.

Elena walked toward the nearest carved panel, her breath catching as her eyes traced the ancient, deeply etched lines of the stone. The mural didn't depict a grand royal lineage or a court of smiling nobles. It was a visual record of a slaughterhouse. Massive stone figures of Alaric’s early blood-smiths were shown binding human and werewolf infants to stone altars, their hands holding long, multi-pronged silver needles designed to extract and test the fluid in their veins.

I sigh and look up at Beowulf. "I think you should meet my wolf, I also wish we could go to my home," he grins devilishly at me. I chuckle and wiggle my finger at him to lower his head. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and gazed deeply into his eyes. Our surroundings disappeared and we appeared in a lush pine forest. It was dark and the air was fresh. Beowulf grins and looks around in amazement.

He growled in fury as he swayed his body and lifted high in the air, catching a hawk that tried to poke his eyes. Thorin swung his claws to the hawk, sending waves of deep wounds to its face and piercing his eye with his claws. The hawk squeaked in excruciating pain. However, Thorin and I weren't able to prepare yet when the eagle and werebears lunged together, pulling me down to the ground. The wound on my back was healing, but these werebears held me tightly while the eagle tried to attack my eyes. I gathered all my strength to fight them, and when I was about to bite the bear's neck, a spark of lightning sent them all floating in the air.

Helgar had her eyes averted, but Beowulf stared straight at her. The corners of his lips lifted in a cruel smile as he spoke, "It's a good thing they passed peacefully. Weak creatures like them always bring trouble to the pack." Scarlett lunged suddenly, overcome by a surge of violent rage. She attacked Beowulf and managed to scratch her nails across his face before Caleb caught her and pulled her away. Beowulf slowly ran a hand across his cheek, wiping off the blood before the scratch healed. His expression changed suddenly, his eyes peeling to pure black.

Besides the floating woman, there is another image of the same Goddess, now bound into shackles as a man stands in front of her. Her features are not clear in that image either, but her green eyes glow dangerously while the man’s broad back makes me take a look at him again. The third image follows with a man carrying a child whose face looks like...that of a wolf but his body is normal. My heart misses a terrible beat as I look at the last image of the story. It’s a Beast howling towards a moon. His frame is blurred, making it seem like the painting is older than it looks.

Beowulf scoffed"hmm,I don't know what you are talking about,what's the reason behind your stupid act of interrupting my peace" "You are a coward to be an alpha,I have really heard a lot about you,am disappointed to see such a pup"Luke replied sizing him up. Alpha Beowulf was provoked with what he said,one thing werewolves especially Alphas hated was someone looking down on them,they were creatures who had pride.