Beowulf Graphic Novels & Stories

“Return,” Abe stated, and the Wyvern that moved with him became a midst that filled his right arm. On his scaled right arm appeared the marking of a Wyvern with its mouth wide open. The drawing light up, and Abe’s right hand was engulfed by a great red light much deeper than the scales that concealed his human frame. Abe pulled his arm back with great force like a bowstring. Great power was gathered into his curled up fist as his speed greatly increased. And like a flash of light he disappeared, leaving behind nothing but an afterimage.

Beowulf said softly, willing his children to understand our mother's decision. They all looked dazed. "Thank you Beowulf, thank you for understanding" my mother replied with relief in her voice, while still sobbing into her handkerchief. Akela, Akira and Cassidy went to her and held her, in comfort. Beowulf and Maugrim stared at each other for a while "You will take care of her" Beowulf said to Maugrim and Maugrim nodded firmly "Far more than you did" He said, unable to resist taking a dig at Beowulf.

He nodded and turned and walked down into the dark doorway and disappeared. Amaris took the time, as she and Lyle waited, to look at the carving that was next to them. It depicted a scene of a werewolf who was standing upright like a man, and he was putting a pair of horns on his head. In the next scene it showed him looking like a bull and not a wolf. “Oh my god. I don’t believe it.” Lyle suddenly said walking closer to look at the wall. “Is this what I think it is? I wish I could read Greek.” He said as he ran his hands over the lettering at the bottom of the picture. Christos came back at that moment, He saw them looking at the carving. “It’s beautiful work isn’t it? It is 7th century BC.

The moment I asked this asshole went into a full-blown quiet mode he was not taking and he looked like he had been thinking of something way important with the way he creased his forehead thinking deeply. But then he answered and honestly, no matter how I tried to make out the entire story he had just told me, I just couldn’t make out what and where the so-called Beowulf Pack was and now it made sense why he had healed super-fast and easily it was because he was not human.

And we’d been wiped out by the Huntsman, not our own uncontrollable rage. So I named my beast and determined to make friends with him—Beowulf for the poem. I slammed into the shower, shuddering with the effort of holding myself back. The hot water did nothing to ease the heat in my groin. My erection throbbed with need, so I squeezed a glob of soap into my hand and stroked the length. A groan pushed through my lips while the image of Helen’s head tipped back in laughter, her long neck leading down to the firm swell of her breasts, filled my vision. In my hand, my cock pulsed, and I stroked again, gaining a rhythm.

Beowulf scolded Aphrodite as he dodged Nuri's fist. Her face became hideous and twisted, and she stood up in a rage, pointing to Beowulf and screaming, "Kill him! Nuri, kill him!" Nuri didn't answer, but he got faster and stronger. Beowulf began to feel the strain. He failed to escape an attack and was kicked by Nuri, who broke his left arm.