Doomsday Beast Hsr Novels & Stories

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,

Someone had fallen into something toxic, and this was the result. A beast. He transformed so quickly into a wolfish—bearish—beast that I lost my breath as he snatched my door clear off my car. A scream rang loud in the air, and it took several seconds to realize it was my own. The beast inhaled deeply into my car, and that woodsy scent overtook my body, rendering me motionless. Why did a beast from the bayou smell good? Didn’t Big Foot have a reputation for smelling like a trash can?

I was still wearing my tactical training gear as I'd only just stepped off an armored vehicle patrolling the walls. Lasagna was an old dog now, but she still followed me around with boundless, excitable energy. Survivors passing by would all stop to greet me politely, their eyes filled with awe. "Is today's cleanup mission complete?" I asked the Boss, Mauro Casu, who was standing next to me. "Yes, Principessa. The horde of zombies in the west of the city have been repelled, and we're currently cleaning up the battlefield." Mauro then opened his mouth to speak again, but he suddenly thought of something and hesitated.

will they live happily and peacefully like today? “Report to me all the details of where they go and what they do. "I said seriously, Jimbe immediately nodded at me before he stood up and put both hands in his pocket. “Noted that Sir” Jimbe said and bowed before he turned his back to me and leave my office.

I cursed myself but the doctor just stared at me through the dark. "You're a tough one, Iris. I’m going to like having you as my assistant. The kind of work I do requires tough people and don't worry, I have fed the vampires with blood. It would keep them full for a week. They don't require much." He said, grinning at me. I looked away and froze. There was another metal door at the end of the hallway. Devon was behind that door. I knew it in my bones. I shuddered.

Cassidy shot him before he could make a move and I released a breath. Slowly, she led me out of the building. Outside was chaos. The smell of hydrogen fusion filled my nostrils and they made me want to throw up. Cassidy rubbed my back slowly as I fought the urge to throw up. There was nothing in my stomach, I might end up vomiting my intestines. My eyes landed on my mate. The building went up in flames and I covered my ears. I would have died if I stayed a little longer inside.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.