Mandalorian Beasts Novels & Stories

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

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.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

he roared, recognizing the beast from the descriptions in the ancient texts. But the Beast did not respond. It was driven by pure instinct, a creature of destruction. Silas and his warriors fought valiantly, but their weapons seemed to have little effect. The Beast was too strong, too fast. In desperation, Silas sounded the retreat, knowing they had to regroup and find a way to combat this new threat. As dawn approached, the Beast retreated into the forest, leaving the Laufey pack devastated. Silas knew they couldn’t stand alone against such a monster. He sent urgent messages to the Montgomery pack and other nearby packs, calling for a council to discuss this new and terrifying enemy.

She retreated quickly and threw a big drum in her hand. The drum was surrounded by sharp beast bones and blood-stained beast skin. As soon as it appeared, countless Demonic Beasts roared violently. Countless Demonic Beasts' souls were condensed at this moment. They were extremely ferocious and fierce, layer by layer, rushing toward Caspian. "Haha." There was a sneer behind the ice. Then, the outstretched palm grabbed forward and tore. All the demonic beasts let out miserable howls and were torn into pieces like paper. They were all destroyed by the storm.

The noontime that suddenly turns to the night from the millions of pairs of wings from the creatures slowly weakens the will of many rebels. As if that wasn’t enough, the sound of wolves howling reverberated from afar along with the roaring voice of many dangerous beasts and predators. In front of the camp, there are thousands of beasts such as bears, tigers, lions, alligators, and many more that are gathered from the command of their one and only master.

Archie shrugged with a mocking grin," What can you even expect from a bunch of new recruits? No matter how intelligent a beast, it's still a beast." "Are you serious? You think–" Alia's vein popped out, she was about to lash out until Grisha interrupted. "Alright enough!" Grisha stopped them both and turned to the scout, "Jax, tell me more about this beast!" "Lieutenant, the beast is a Manticore. It has a disfigured human-like face and the body of a lion. When they spotted the beast, it was about 6-8 meters tall. It has three rows of teeth and its body is covered with hard scales. The beast has both earth and fire type elemental affinity."

Against nation of beasts? ‘’I Despise you, beasts! That is why I sent you here in this rotten place.’’ ‘’What are you talking about, have you lost it? After that weapon from the minims took control of you?’’ ‘’How dare you talk like that in front of a high being!’’ ‘’You lunatic human. I’ll make you eat your words.—or rather, I’ll eat your head.’’ This beast that appeared in front of Niru, is the leader of Mantis tribe, Viscor Mukha- known as the devouring head. His face is masked and a large red horn is atop of its head.