Black Beast Of Argh Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Lord of Dark had appeared. "Let! Me! Down!" I immediately shouted angrily at Archie. Archie paid no attention, and another thunderstorm descended directly toward The Lord of Dark. It was only then, amidst the thunderstorm, that we discovered the black mist composed its flesh. It was a colossal wolf skeleton, adorned with bits of decaying flesh.

A twisted combination of wolf and darkness, its body shimmering with black energy, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. "What is that?" With a quivering voice, Chelsea inquired. "An abomination," Dominick remarked in a chilly tone. "By means of black magic." Unexpectedly, the beast attacked, its claws tearing through the air. Dominick shoved me away and snarled fiercely in response to the assault. "Remain back, Lisa!" He yelled while using his claws to cut the beast. "No chance," I whispered as I moved to his side, holding my blade firmly. Dominick's POV

The one launching the arrows at the beast was one of the team member of Archie's party. When the beast saw what was happening, it realized that this was a trap. It turned it tail and started running toward the cave again. However, a figure appeared and kicked the beast in the face. Its left eye was damaged now, so it couldn't judge the distance. This figure was none other than lieutenant Grisha herself. The beast started growling angrily. The only words that came out the beast's mouth were- [PLEASE‌ PLEASE‌‌, LET‌‌ ME‌ GO! MY MOM IS‌ WAITING‌ FOR‌ ME…]

Armaros snapped, eyes blazing. “If those pups aren’t mine,” Asbeel snarled, breathing fire, “I’ll kill you—and them.” Armaros’s claws extended. “Try it. I’ll tear you apart.” They lunged. Teeth. Claws. Fire. Argun burst in and threw himself between them. He rolled on the floor, wrestling both into submission. He kicked Armaros away. “STAY!” he barked. Armaros backed down, whining. But Asbeel kept biting, frothing at the mouth.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

'Jaan' this only word melted in Pashika's ears and she felt a strong gaze upon herself that made her look at the way the gazes were coming from and then deep brown eyes got stuck on him. Finally, She saw him. His magnetic pitch-black orbs looked into her eyes and found fear and pain. He was ARJUN KASHYAP The BEAST. HER BEAST. "He is here?", Pashika's mind questioned herself confusedly as if she was dreaming. "Oh, my Goddess! Are you alright?", Porishma asked her but Pashika's mind was not daring to look at anyone. Pashika was staring at him without blinking her eyes. Arjun was beating that man mercilessly. That man screamed and yelped in pain but Arjun didn't stop there.

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,

Beast waved his hand in the air with an evil smirk pulled up at his lips. “ They are waiting for an attack from us! ” The Hellion gave him the information he had acquired from his people. “ We are not going to attack them now! Not until William Adams brings the real Jack Blackwell out of his hideout. ” Beast sneered hatefully, clenching the pen tightly in his hand with his knuckles turning white. His blood used to boil whenever he mentioned those two people and now he had a tiny version of William Adams roaming around him all the time which was pushing him off the edge.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.