Doomsday Beast Novels & Stories

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

The ground trembled and the mountains collapsed. After fighting for almost half the night, the blood of the killed giant beasts flowed along the mountain ditch, forming a blood waterfall. The whole world was filled with the smell of blood, and the earth turned red. The ancient forest with giant trees was burning fiercely... It felt like Doomsday. Living creatures were dying all the time. Many masters of the Demon Clan had already revealed their true forms, transforming into wild beasts. They began to tussle with the monsters of Surviving Species of the Untainted Land.

It was like a giant blade sweeping across the sky, shattering mountains and rivers, shaking the sun and moon, and sending chills through everyone's hearts. "What exactly is this thing?" As an old-timer in the nether realm, Norm had seen quite a few strange shadow beasts, yet he had truly never seen mantises like these. "They're the Doom Mantises of the Zago race. They stand at over 500 feet tall and are nearly 2,000 feet long. One strike can cut through mountain peaks," Barry explained at this moment. Being from the Sky Demon race, he had traveled frequently in the upper three heavenly realms and had encountered many alien races. He gave everyone an explanation.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

But his Beast was hell-bent on destruction and had no fear, no strategy, just terrible, hungry animal instinct. The Dain was in no better shape, he noted as he charged towards him. The monster towered over him, over some of the trees. His body was bare bone and hanging, fetid, rotten flesh. His face was a skull, likely a bear’s with glowing blue witch lights for eyes. Antlers, uneven and broken protruded from the skull. Tamsin had long wondered what had happened to create such a foul thing. Had he ever been as Tamsin was? A Fae cursed and twisted by dark magic? There was no way to know. Carmun used her sons as a means of control over the Realm.

I didn’t miss the glimmer of fear she was hiding in there though. “And, what did he tell you?” Gunner asked, this time his voice sounding much more gentle. “He said a monster came, the Besomar, and it killed everyone” Roe said, still not lifting her eyes. “Besomar?” I asked, “That’s what he called me when Doyle brought him in”. “Yes” Roe nodded. “What is a Besomar?” Felix asked from across the table. “It’s like a demon” Roe choked a little on the word ‘demon’.

"The combination of every smaller piece of them to make something huge - The war caused all these for mankind." Avery remained lost, she stared at the pictures that were on the left and right. "I still don't understand." Avery finally said how lost she was in what Wahika is trying to explain to her." Wahika sighed. "The beast is most powerful when the red moon is out. It represents the day they were all wiped out to become one. The beast and the sea monster are both immortal - their territory is the forest of Armageddon." "What about the witches clash?"

The beast vanished from the sky without a final scream, its demise sudden and gruesome. The sight left everyone stunned and bewildered. The remaining beast roared in fury, its blood-red eyes blazing with rage and emitting a palpable aura of terror. Crimson light pulsed from its massive claws, spreading an ominous glow. The beast's deafening cries filled the air. Alarmed, Adrian muttered, "Damn it! It's going for mutual destruction!" The beast was preparing to self-destruct—unleashing its full power would annihilate the entire small world.

"He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it." "He is a force we cannot fight alone. He kills everything and threatens all life. There will be none excluded," Atticus picks up after. Judging from everyone faces, I can tell that being, Doomsblood, is indeed a crazy one. Even Kael looks like he could shit on himself. "Does this mean we are going into another war?" "War is something you can fight. Doomsblood is not. He would kill any