Bumblebee Beast Hunters Novels & Stories

“I think I should drive…” “Arghh!…I’m okay Beverly!”, she took a deep breathe, "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points" "I don't really get what you mean..." "Like I mentioned, the game is a man hunt sort of thing....Whatever body part appears after you 'start game' is what you'll have to find and scan into the game!" Her words sounded like a joke me, couldn't help but chuckle.

I ran a comb through my hair quickly and packed it up in a bun. Bumblebee? Wondering what that means? Well you might find it funny if I tell you. But I will anyways. Bumblebee is a large bee. He likes calling me Bumblebee because he thinks I'm so sweet like a honey from a bee. And he also mentioned something about me bringing peace to our Pack.

"How comfortable are you with firearms, Sam?" "Quite comfortable. Mack was a tactical shooting competitor and he taught me quite a bit. Why?" She asked, frowning. "Because you're going with us and we are going to use you as bait. Drake will kill us, but it's the only way that we can be guaranteed a chance at getting to him." All of a sudden voices were clamoring in the room. The other three men were trying their best to voice their objections when Vulcan let out a sharp, shrill whistle.

Willow added. The intercom crackled. "Welcome to The Crimson Hunt! Our most challenging world yet! Specially designed for our favorite troublemakers!" The cheerful voice took on a darker edge. "The Hunters have been tracking deadies for millennia. They've never failed. You'll be their first failure... or their next meal. Either way, it'll be entertaining! Now RUN!" The bus doors exploded outward. We were thrown into the darkness, hitting wet ground that smelled like blood and decay. I scrambled to my feet. The bus was already gone, disappeared into the fog. Around us, the red eyes were moving. Getting closer.

“No!…get away from…help!….Nola-“ The distant caw of a girl’s shout reached my ears and I scrambled out of bed again to bang on the door, before pressing my ears to it, the ring of the silence that followed twisting my heart to an unhealthy knot in my chest. “Amelia? Dennis!… Layla is that you?” I screamed, flexing my ears to listen to the air and knocking a hand to my ribs as a wave of dizziness fell over me. How long had we been in the beast’s den? Would the village Alpha be looking for us too? Even if it was just the bones they were after? I had zero doubts that Alpha Romero would chain us and throw us back to the beast if we ever made it out and back to the village. What with his pompous

And me Arnold, the creator of Planet Harmony and the heart of Friendship, my goal is to protect Planet Harmony and fight for it’s peaceful future. Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Bronyium and I arrived at Sweet Apple Acres and saw the rogue stage 4 beckon located at the centre of the farm “we must destroy that stage 4 beckon or else we’ll lose Sweet Apple Acres” I explained. “Since we can’t use our own weapons we must rely on these” Bronyium grabbed out his Beckon Destroyer Bombs “these Beckon Destroyer Bombs should kill it” said Bronyium as he plants one at the base of the beckon and places 5min timer on the bomb and walks back towards me “AJ, Flutters, Pinkie & I will deal with

Joel nudged Hunter’s side, as to stop him from saying anything. Rolling his gray eyes, Vincent stared at the bug. "Is it dead?" Hunter asked as he went out behind the trash bin. Vincent slowly approached their enemy. It is not moving anymore. "How could you have left me and hid?!" the Alpha took it all out on Joel and Hunter. In the middle of his nag... "Alpha! The bug is still alive!" Joel reported when he saw it flew again! Like ants, the three were about to be scattered around. "Ahhhhh!" However, the bug perched down on the Konki flower then sucked its nectar.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

The creatures shrieked and dissolved like shadows at dawn. "My power works!" I called out. "But there are too many!" More creatures poured through the broken windows. The guards fought bravely, but most of their weapons were useless. I watched in horror as claws raked across a young guard's chest, opening him from throat to belly. "Fall back!" Kael roared. "Protect the healer!" But even as we fought, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the real attack. This was too obvious, too straightforward. The Forest Lady was smarter than this.

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.