Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

He’s a goddamn tank, with shoulders that seem to take up the doorway and a presence that sucks the air out of the room. He has long-ish hair, a rugged beard, tattoos snaking into his neck and eyes that look like they’ve seen every corner of hell. Handsome? Hell, yeah. Feral? Definitely. It’s like a wolf and a male model had a baby. I snort at the thought. Even though he’s probably the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on, my pride won’t allow me to admit I was wrong. “Calista, meet Armata, your new bodyguard.”

Her body shivered when he saw two men thrown away and immediately fell unconscious after receiving a continuous beating from Gavin, who has now changed half of his form into the same figure as the four men. Honestly, if asked whether she was afraid or not, she would say no. Unlike the four men, Gavin's appearance made him look like a superhero in the Marvel story, Spider-Man. One of her favourite Marvel characters who has a strong sense of justice. Gavin's way of fighting made her stunned to admire the figure of Gavin who seemed to be dancing for her. The man caught his panting breath as soon as he managed to defeat the four people he was fighting against who were already unconscious, change

They ready all the equipment they've got. My eyes tidied across the upcoming beasts attacking the gate without halting. As my eyes cast downward, I saw the man riding on the beast's back, looking straight into my eyes. From afar, I could imagine the corner of his lips lifted into a mischievous smirk like he was floating in glee upon seeing the people in my side, struggling to keep up in this bloody fight he ignited. He was the wielder of the monster beast called Baku, the man whom we encountered the last time and ambushed us roughly. And this time, he was facing us- craving and waiting for his glory to win.

The fight lasted for a while, with both sides seriously wounded and exhausted. Angel did not know if he would win the fight since his injuries were severe, and his black fur was wet with his blood. However, when he thought about giving up and allowing the elders to win, it angered him further. So he gave it his all, grabbed all of his strength and attacked Mr. William's neck. Angel did not stop biting into Mr. William's skin even after he got bruised multiple times. He kept his teeth sunk into Mr. William's veins until the large gray wolf stopped moving.

Jack Blackwell mocked William Adams, who gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to glare at him. “ He seemed like the best person for this! At such a young age, he had power that could make everything possible and I thought I will be able to control him. I didn't know he was Beast! ” He shot back furiously. He was angry that he trusted his own enemy. This was the first time he had lost to someone throughout his whole life and on top of that, to a person he trusted.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out. But the man is fast, just in time shifting to a wolf. We crash together on the ground and I manage to bite his neck, ripping hairs and skin out, my nails digging in his soft stomach. I unleash myself on him, drawing more blood. I guess he did not expect me to be like this, I took him by surprise. But now, he attacks me back, sinking his teeth in my flesh. We continue this vicious, bloody dance another few minutes, neither me nor him wanting to give up.

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Unconsciously, I grabbed my belly, my instincts telling me to protect my unborn child first. I tried to move, to dodge, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Panic surged through me as Tessa’s finger tightened on the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, but then something incredible happened. In that split second, when I thought this was definitely my end, a figure darted in front of me. It was Tristan, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and determination.