Infamous 2 Beast Novels & Stories

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

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,

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

It had come face to face with the one known as The Beast Slayer; The Devil Maker; Destroyer Of Kings; The Ghostly Paragon; and most famous of all; Basileus! That man was known for his driving desire to possess the corpses and blood of precious beasts. He had killed many, and several members of its race had fallen victim to him. The Lightning Phoenix was not foolish enough to believe the claims of The Beast Slayer that it was spared because it was a precious beast. Which of the beasts that had been killed by the Devil Maker had been average? Which of the beasts that had fallen prey to the Ghostly Paragon hadn’t been sacred? Even its very own race had been driven to the point of near extinctio

Sealing the chest closed Gerfast tied a knot on the string and leaned down to secure the extra length between his incisors, a delicate shiver winding down his spine as the cold dead flesh brushed the tip of his nose, and cut it. “Pardon?” “Tell them sons of bitches I don’t need no help, if I needed one I’d of bought a slave.” “None sent me, I jus’ come on my own.” The boy shuffled on his feet at the first rumble of thunder in the distance: a sound so deep Gerfast felt it reverberate from the foundation and up his arthritic limbs. Both swivelled to watch the darkness bleed across the face of the city like some heliotropic plague that eclipsed the sun and threatened to plunge the world in a co

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.

Jimmy made sure they are so prepared to the extent he assigned the people in the blacksmith to make sure they produce enough weapons and good swords for their mission. The environment was so calm and is already a nice and wonderful morning that the gods blessed them with. Jimmy went near a big bell and rang the ball three times so that the packs of vampires that would challenge the harmful beast would be up and prepared for the fight. They quickly prepared and marched into the beast's hidden apartment which was filled with thick bushes. Most of them were scared of the beast because they had stories about the great beast. As they got to their destination, Jimmy ordered them to separate thems

Not only was it dangerous to the user, it was dangerous to those around the user as well. Frenzy was a technique that was developed several years ago by one of the past leaders of the Kingsman Family. During that time, the Beastman Clans were on a rise and even the Undead had to be secretive around them. Such a prosperous era led to the development of the Beastman Clans’ science and arts. Since the wars they fought wee few, they focused on developing their techniques and performing experiments, leading to the creation of the many top class techniques that the Beastmen possessed currently; however, everything had its disadvantages.

Far hungrier. Auren's face drained of color. "No..." Diana looked toward the darkness beneath the cracked cavern floor. "What is it?" The immortal's answer came in a whisper. "The Second Beast." Every Guardian in the cavern lifted their heads and growled. The First Wolf closed his eyes for a brief, weary moment. When he opened them again, there was only determination. "The prison has been breached." Another roar shook the mountain. Closer this time. The Hollow King laughed from somewhere within the darkness. "Run, little Moon." His voice echoed through the collapsing cavern. "The hunt has begun."

THE BEAST I MARRIED. CHAPTER 59 ASHLEYS POV. It was another working day. Another day of my miserable life to go and stay in the office and get punished for every little mistake that I will make. So far, I could swear that this is the worst mistake of my life.