Doomsday Beast Novels & Stories

"Go to the pass!" Sarah stood up, holding her stomach but then the black mark exploded with heat,a number of dark purple shadow shot up from the altar into the sky! The sky went black, the moon turned blood red High above, on a black glass throne, the Beast stood up 8 feet tall, covered in iron,his face was shadow, but his red silver eyes burned. "Too late, Alphas..." the Beast rumbled the ground shook. "The bloodline answered the black moon is here!"

The Battle Begins The Shadow Beast didn't just arrive. It smashed through our outer defenses like they were made of paper. I heard the screams first. Then the crashing. Then I saw it. "Oh my god." It was massive—easily twenty feet tall, made of writhing shadows that seemed to eat the light around them. Red eyes like burning coals. Claws that left tears in the air itself when it moved. And it was heading straight for me. "“EVERYONE FALL BACK!” Damon shouted. "GET TO SECONDARY POSITIONS NOW!"

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

(Author’s POV) The ground trembled beneath the weight of Daimon’s monstrous army. Towering beasts with twisted, grotesque forms snarled and growled as they moved in unison, their glowing red eyes fixed on their destination. The air around them reeked of sulfur and death, a testament to the darkness that emanated from their leader. At the center of this terrifying force, Daimon rode on a massive, black-scaled beast, its fiery breath scorching the earth with every step. His eyes burned with rage and malice, his lips curled into a snarl as he clutched the reins tightly.

But I feel alive. More alive than I've felt in weeks. The power hums beneath my skin, it pulses in my veins, it whispers in my mind. You can do anything, it says. You can destroy them all. I ignore it. For now. --- The first attack comes at sunset. Corrupted, a dozen of them, emerging from the ruins of a small town. They see us, they charge, their black eyes wild, their claws sharp, their screams piercing. "Get down!" Damon shouts.

The beast shook them both away with another roar. Aiden's side ached as he struck the ground hard. As he strained to stand, he saw the beast stumble and spill blood from its neck and eyeballs. Damon was standing over it, panting. "Is it dead?" With a raspy voice, Aiden asks. Before Damon could respond, the beast was sucked into the abyss and the ground underneath it exploded. The air was suddenly filled with a low, repetitive pulse that sounded as though it were coming directly from the ground.

Her expressions were blank, but William Adams knew, she was horrifed. Damon stepped forward, which made William Adams's eyes to stare back at his face again. He was covering Ana from his eyes. “ Did I cause any problem? ” Damon's voice was serious, confronting William Adams. Turning around abruptly, William Adams looked at the silent men. “ Today! We have striked Beast....the same way he striked us! ” William Adams boomed again, with a smirk present on his face. “ TODAY! TODAY IS MARKED AS THE FIRST DAY OF REVENGE AGAINST BEAST! ” William Adams sneered and everyone started cheering out again.

"Yeah, keep releasing those flames, and I'll make a crisp hot-dog out of you!" Creed kept making strange gestures from his hand. "You thought only you had an elemental-affinity? Now... Die!" He trapped the beast inside the dome within his own flames and remanent heat. The beast was immobile, so it couldn't break the dome with force. The mud dome got hotter and hotter like a furnace until the flames subsided gradually. Apparently the beast did not understand the principles behind a furnace. After a while, Creed intentionally let the whole dome collapse on the hound's burnt body to execute the last killing blow.

Damon eased his tensed nature down a bit and then walked up to stand head to head with the spiritual being saying; “The humans are claiming to be a pain in the neck and I need you to help me find a way to finish them..... I have plans of unleashing an abomination on them" “And what could that abomination be?” Khenetes asked, even though he had already studied the mind of Damon to know what his request was. “I need to unleash the Brillas, coldest beast in the entire universe. I want these beasts to wreak havoc that has never been seen in the entire City, and then I come to finish up what has been started.” Damon explained.

But The Beast was stronger based on size alone, and faster than I expected for someone his size. Twice, The Beast nearly knocked Damon down with a single blow. The first time, Damon’s eyes widened and he ducked, dark hair flying, narrowly missing the swing by a single breath. The second time, Damon caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted, and drove a knee into his ribs. The Beast went down hard enough that the bleachers shuddered, but he was back up before the referee could count to three, wiping the blood away from his nose with the back of his hand.