Doomsday Beast Novels & Stories

It was easier to slide down back, but he got bruises while doing that. When Maddox got to the ground, he started running as fast as he could because he knew there's a possibility the larva catches up with him while running. Half an hour had passed, and he felt the ground shaking, he looked back and saw that the larva was out already and was overflowing, rushing towards him, destroying anything that was left. It was called the volcano of Doom because whenever it erupts, it destroys everything, that's why there's no living being there. Whoever is trapped, there is said to be doomed.

It was a hatred so boundless that it reached the sky. If not for her mate being injured a month ago—if he hadn't protected her and helped her escape tonight—he never would have been killed so easily. Chase was a demon! Humans were all filthy creatures! The apex overbeast's hatred and killing intent surged like a tidal wave, wild and uncontrollable as it spread in every direction. In the vast mountain forests, countless beasts sensed the energy and trembled uncontrollably. The full might of the apex overbeast erupted. Samson, Gideon, and Orabella were blasted away, completely unable to resist. Was another supreme-level battle about to break out?

"Let's make a bet; roughly how long does it take for a Leonidas to bankrupt a God?" "Daddy!" "Three days?" Crystal and Xavier answered in unison. Their expressions were a complete opposite of each other. She was frightened, while Xavier was interested. Very interested. Holding her breath, she knew very well that her sweet Daddy’s smile was a signal of peril. However, the look on Xander's face seemed to think that it was just a joke to be laughed at. Stupid bastard. “You can try, Sir," Xander said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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,

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

I was very skeptical of him, his presence and his intentions at this place. Apparently, he was more powerful than any of the known creatures in the region. I wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious if he hadn’t used the powers in front of me. Because no one else would be able to manipulate electronics, winds or fires, except the demons in myth. Though I didn’t believe in Benjamin’s rambles on the demon hypothesis, I was pretty sure Mr. Drakos was neither a werewolf nor a vampire. And this led to another crucial question, why had he been here?

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

His chest still rose and fell from the game, his jersey tugged tight across muscles hockey shouldn’t legally be allowed to build. His eyes cut to the bully trio, cold as the ice behind him. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and lethal, “and you’ll regret ever being born.” Jessica’s smirk collapsed instantly. Mara swallowed hard. Ally stepped back like he was a wild animal. Funny. Henry had called him a monster minutes ago. Now I was seeing exactly what that meant. Then, as if on cue, the girls snapped out of their fear and flipped instantly into fangirl mode.

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo