Charmcaster Ben 10 Novels & Stories

Chunks of metal had fallen off which revealed something moving within. “Gallant was right. He's transforming into a chimera.” I told himself as I prepared for my next attack. Suddenly Benson clutched his head and started roaring as if in pain. He starts swinging frantically as more pieces of metal fall off. A bright light begins to shine within him as more pieces come off. Without warning an eruption of power hurled me across the room as a terrifying howl boomed from Benson. I rolled a few times then quickly jumped to my feet. My eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. Benson was in his chimera form, second stage. He quickly fixed his four cat eyes upon me and slammed his lizard-like tail on th

asked Katleho. “They are both cuffed, they wont be able to escape unless they receive help.” said Ben. “what is left now is finding that mermaid creature” said Mika “uh ha. But to do that you will need a gadget that will help you see the creature within a crowd of people.”said Ben “What is that?”I asked “come with me.” said Ben. We followed him as instructed. Ben opened a cabinet, inside were different gadgets, each with its own purpose. He took out what looked like reading glasses except they had flickering lights on the glass screen.

I lowered my voice, quickly returned to my seat, and kept composure. The person who entered the room disappointed me because it wasn't Aliyah. My expression turned cold a little more. I said nothing, staring at the older man with a scar on his face. “Hello, Sir Charles! I want to introduce myself as Ben, recently promoted to slave manager.” He said calmly, with a very respectful attitude toward me. A few images popped into my head. I suddenly remembered Ben. When I first came to this base, I saw that the rebels were torturing him, but his attitude was very stubborn, refusing to bow to the insurgents.

Lanton is bellowing at Haris, who is uncomprehending. He throws a punch at him and immediately Haris falls to the ground. Lanton now stands on top of the boy and starts throwing more punches at his face, Haris tries to fight back but can't because he is almost paralysed. "Lanton, stop it! Stop it!" I shout at him. "Lanton!" It's Dimas who does something, he pulls Lanton and pushes him away, going to check the state of Haris, who is groaning on the floor. I run towards him and realize that his face is bloodied.

So, he turned back and joined Luna to weave the fire-baskets. With Ben’s help, the production of the one hundred fire-baskets accelerated drastically. Soon, half of the task was completed. Luna, however, was still deeply suspicious of the black-clothed beastman who had ambushed Ben. He asked again to confirm seriously, "Are you absolutely certain he is the enemy who killed your father?" Ben’s gaze was unwavering, his tone definitive. "It is definitely him. When I fought him, I could clearly perceive his rank. He is a mid-stage Rank Seven."

“I did a bit of scrying while with the coven. The old witch is no longer there. We felt minimal magic in the castle. I imagine my witches are being drained of it by the vampires.” “Will you be able to handle things on your own?” Jasper asked. “They wouldn’t come with me, but they armed me with a spell to help return the magic to the witches,” Ben said with confidence. “Once I’m inside with them, I will cast it.” Turning to face Hank, he said, “I’m counting on your people getting me inside to them.” With a serious nod, Hank affirmed, “And so we shall.” “Let’s get the rest of the serum put together,” Jasper suggested. Turning to Ben, he said, “Now that you’re back, we can leave as soon as I’v

Then Ben opened up the system info. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. : 2 HP. :80 Exp. :(0/400) Stats Strength :10 Agility. :10 Endurance. :10 Stamina. :10 Dexterity. :10 free stats :0 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(10

Ben raised his hands and called out in the voice of the ancients, “Ceangailim ort gan aon dochar a dhéanamh!” Selvin fell to his knees as Ben’s spell ripped his powers from him. As they lingered in the air, Ben turned to Imara and scooped the two of them up in his arms. He rocked them gently and took one last sniff of Imara. “I’ll be there soon, baby. It’s all over. Just wait for me at the docks, you hear me? Baby, I’m coming.” Ben sniffed back his tears then nodded to Haldir. “Tie him up!” As Thorin and Haldir picked up the whimpering shell of a once powerful witch, Thorin said, “Oh, I’ve been waiting a very, very long time to see you face to face. I’m going to enjoy every second of this ve

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

It takes me a moment to realize he's totally shirtless, his lightly tanned skin beaded with perspiration and his golden blonde hair held back messily in a headband. "Hey Ash!" Ben says with a cheeky grin as he walks into the room. He's shirtless like Alastaire, his trademark skulls and bones bandana tied around his head. "Do you like marshmallows?" Errr... what?