Doomsday Beast Hsr Novels & Stories

The next moment, he appeared in the Doom Universe where the Doom Race resided. At the Apex Main Hall of the Doom’s Mount Chaos, Youri sat at the forefront, while below in the main hall, numerous powerhouses of the Doom Race, including Dolph, Qimat, and several elders, were present. Over the past thirty thousand epochs, the Dooms had made remarkable progress, giving birth to numerous powerhouses, and now there are twenty standing within the main hall. “Sir Youri, will Carson encounter any unexpected situations during his expedition against the Human Race? The fact that the Human Race’s providence hasn’t weakened suggests they still have powerhouses protecting them,” Qimat expressed with a hin

I seized the opportunity and volunteered, saying, "I've heard that beastmen are quite knowledgeable about pacifying souls." Mother said urgently, "I'll find someone. How can those crude beastmen possibly..." Before she could finish, an elderly relative quickly stopped her. "Don't! It's so late already. Why create more trouble?" He turned to the beastmen. "Please begin." The mourners nodded and surrounded Victoria, beginning to chant incantations. Seeing that it was only chanting, both Mother and the fake-dead Victoria breathed sighs of relief. However, at the next moment, a strong wind began blowing through the funeral hall.

His hands crush me closer, his fingers finding my nipples again, teasing, twisting until I’m unraveling. Our breaths turn ragged. The air is thick, wet with our sounds, our heat. He pounds into me, steady, relentless, until we both fall apart, shattering together, the world gone in white hot bliss. When I collapse into him, trembling, his lips press against my neck, soft, steady, promising more than words ever could. That kiss anchors me. Holds me. Saves me. And as I cling to him, my beast of the moon, I know this storm will never truly end. But I also know this: I will never face it alone.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Meanwhile, I busied myself with the project proposal the entire time. The closer it got to the point in time when the altercation would happen, the more complete and perfect my proposal became. Finally, I completed the proposal just a day before the scheduled presentation with the client. The next afternoon, when the client, Tyler Danone, arrived at our office for the presentation, Elton brought out his failure of a proposal, the same one in my past life, as I had expected. Yet, he didn't think that there was anything wrong with his proposal and continued swaying his huge belly about, barely contained in his blazer, while going through his presentation.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

It was indeed the fastest time range, I had shifted. I looked up, only to be met with Caspian’s dark and alluring gaze. “Grooowwwwll!!!!” something rumbled. It was then I realized, it was his beast’s rumbling and the same thing had happened to him. He was surfaced in seconds— a black creature several feet taller than mine. Huger, with a blemished and an eye sore of a face…but I saw through him. I saw through that. Our wolves hugged surprisingly, rolling over on the bed. Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room.

but it seems that Aisha doesn’t hear him. She even continued pulling the hair of the secretary even harder. She’s in the full range of her anger. “You’re slut and a total whore! You’re here to work, not to be a bed warmer nor a sex slave of my husband! You bitch! I’m going kill you!” her wolf raged inside her, wanting to come out and lash the woman in front of her. Duke violently took her away and let her secretary go. The secretary almost grumbled in a hurry to leave the office.

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,