Novel & Cerita Berserk Beast

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.

“I was going to ask if you’re still in there.” The words struck like iron. Maxim shut his eyes, but behind them the Beast waited. It was not a shadow—no, it was fire, muscle, claw. It crouched in the dark of his chest, remembering how Ruby’s flames had tasted when they clashed. It remembered the blood of crown-guards spilling across the earth. It wanted more. When he opened his eyes again, the horizon bent. The world tilted toward red. His men, the survivors, sang Elira’s name around the fires below—but the Beast did not care for names. It cared for teeth. For tearing. For war.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

And maybe, we were afraid of contemplating our real feelings - a weird attachment to a human girl. Till this point, both Ares and I had finally figured it out. She had said to me that she would actually be 18 the day after the auction. That meant, she hadn’t actually been mature the last time I saw her. Now, she was. It’s too late when I noticed Ares was going berserk beyond my control. ‘*Mate*.’ He growled, his front claw projecting forward in threatening. She looked frightened, clenching her body shivering tightly against Lucas, which could only worsen the situation.

Berfomet smiled. “Berfomet where are you going!” Aisha asked. “Watch me!” Berfomet planted his feet on the deck placing his claws firmly upon the fang of the beast and with little effort, he pushed the massive 500-ton ship with only a simple flex of his arms. The beast sensed the presence of another apex predator and began attacking the ship with its massive tendrils the Tide Hunters and Wave riders fought back against the beast’s tendrils but to no avail. As they sliced off one of the beast's tendrils 2 more take their place, the mages tried to burn off the tendril as their magic was only causing an annoyance rather than killing the creature.

And that was because by taking one look at Jack’s eyes, no one in their right senses would want to interrupt the boy. “Berserk,” the man in the darkness commented while observing the deeply reddened eyes of the boy from the Kingsman family. Those eyes that radiated the light of the sun had been overshadowed by a much greater darkness, causing them to turn red with rage. It was another ability that the Nemean Lion possessed. However, this ability wasn’t exclusive to Jack. Many of the strong Beastmen of the Lion King tribe had these eyes – the eyes that radiated the intent for battle and war. “It is wise of them not to interfere with the boy at this stage,” the man in the darkness murmured, si