Bumblebee Beast Hunters Novels & Stories

she said almost accusing him of his height which wasn't in his control. He waited. She tilted her head and began- words tumbling out in a rush, half-formed, tangled, messy and enthusiastic. "So today Sophia said butterflies drink juice from flowers but I think that's wrong because juice is for people like you and me, and- and bees are greedy and they steal it and once a bee chased me but I wasn't scared because Momma was there and---" She paused, eyes flicking to him. "---and now she's not." She looked down at her hands.

"But you didn't run or freeze. You stepped forward and squared up like you were ready to fight," Buzz said, locking eyes with Andrew, his tone unreadable. He added, "I've seen plenty of tough guys among outsiders, but someone like you, Mr. Lloyd, this is a first for me." Andrew smiled. "Like you said, it's just a beast. And beasts aren't anything to be afraid of." Buzz shook his head, his face looking ominous and uncertain in the flickering torchlight. "That's no ordinary beast—it's a man-eating monster. We lose at least three hunters or children every year to that creature's bloody jaws."

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

As a Hunter, you always had to be on your toes. Situations like this happened often, and most of the time the leeches thought you were just a bystander and they planned to suck you dry. Unbeknownst to them, I was anything but. “I know you’re out there, you can come out now.” I said out loud, knowing that I didn’t have to yell for them to hear me. The 4 figures slowly approached me, two male and two female. They were all wearing solid black leather outfits that seemed to match each other and I wondered if they were soldiers.

Tilla was permitted to observe the grey earth’s vibrations within the scope of her flawed vision for a moment, before they were again interrupted by the arrival of unwanted guests. “Halt!” boomed the familiar voice of Adrian Fledge over the gorge, “If you do not surrender, we will have no other choice but to employ force.” The useless and bothersome announcement responded to by a thunderous clamor as the beast she had been tracking reemerged from the ground. The violent eruption, giving way to alarmed cries and the sound of arrows hastily departing from their bows as the Hunters fell back.

I stood up and stomped my foot, “Bring the hunters to me!” More men floated in. I asked, “Where are they all coming from?” Mom replied, “While we were fighting all the rogues, the remaining hunters called in reinforcements.” I shook my head, “Shit. Are all the rogues gone yet?” She nodded, “They are. So now we can just concentrate on the hunters.” I smiled, “Sweet!” When the hunters stopped floating in, there were close to fifty of them. King Parker shouted, “Warriors! Shift!” All of the warriors shifted into their beasts and King Parker commanded, “Shred them!” All of the beasts attacked the hunters and shredded them until an even bigger pile of flesh, bones and blood was left on the ground

Beenedict was piercing its back with its 2 sharpened blades after using sharpen and poison sting, sadly he got a couple of hits by the tail of the chameleon and had to get away to prevent any fatal injuries, on the bright side, it didn’t get poisoned by the attacks and managed to get away a bit wobbly. Bone vultures started to fly over the heads of everyone, giant insects like centipedes, ants, beetles, and even a big cockroach started to come out of the ground nearby too, some eyes started to shine from the branches of the blood trees, the carnage was starting to get out of control.

"I'm winning this bet, but I'll let you win the next one." Aster's crazy laughter was right on her heels. "We'll see about that, mate. Fifteen minutes... *** The bears' mission, besides decimating the enemy, was to rescue Tyboll. Hunter led them on their rampage. A sniper, high in the trees, fired shots in the opposite direction as Hunter and his men closed in. He sent Blavnick, one of his best fighters, to try to dislodge the shooter whose rifle pointed at Marcus and Amy's clan.