Maximal Beast Wars Novels & Stories

He answered. "So are we going to inform the council about the beast's abduction?" I asked with a raised brow. "No, the council made it clear. The beast is to be left unharmed as long as it doesn't find its bond or cross the damn river. Attacking it without reason could bring unwanted war between the Tasmanian devils and our own people. What we will do is go there and make sure we find out if Hera is alive or dead." He answered seriously then threw the papers on a small table beside him.

It didn’t take long for the beast to lunge at him and with that, it was met with one quick swipe of the man’s morphed hands. His claws dug deep into its neck, instantly immobilizing the large round beast. It jerked for a few moments, still trying to squeal but its sounds were gurgled as blood began dripping on the ground like a nicely poured wine. “This will do.” Max was grinning while grabbing onto the beast tusk.

This was going to be an experience I would never forget — nor would I want to. Down went their jeans and Alex's black fitted slacks. Raging hard-ons bulged at the front of their boxers as if they concealed weapons of mass destruction. Their thumbs hooked beneath the elastic waistbands . . . and then wham! Four gargantuan-sized cocks sprang free. Oscar. Mike. Foxtrot. Golf! What can I say? I'm a police officer's daughter, and those are the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my life.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

It still felt crowded for me. We heard a loud howl that berated command and power. It was Damian. He was the first person to shift. I can't wait to see his wolf. I almost squirmed as I thought of how it will be to run my hands through his giant fur. Alpha wolves were bigger than normal werewolves.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

the young Azeria grinned. "No, it should be beauty and the beast, baby." Aunt Serena laughed. "No! "Beauty and the wildest beast are better," the young Azeria insisted. Why did I forget this incident? If I could remember this incident, I wish the trouble between the Tacata and Hillarca would have ended a long time ago. In the dream, if that's my memory, I woke up and was still stunned for a few minutes. Until I got up and decided to go to the library. I found the book I remembered, and now I understand everything. I found several copies of the book I was looking for, so it took a long time before I found what I was looking for.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Marcus, Damian, and Kieran would likely face tremendous difficulty trying to subdue the beastmen of the Clearspring tribe again. After all, how could we, struggling to survive outside, compare to the pampered beastmen in their tribe? Lydia had to be starting to discover that being a saintess wasn't as wonderful as she'd thought. The Beast God only gave her reproductive ability, but didn't give the saintess a strong body. For Lydia, that sort of thing brought only pain. Racial reproduction was a top priority in the eyes of beastmen. I wondered if Lydia could withstand such torment. In a little while, it would be time for the King of All Beastkin to announce his abdication. Regardless of wheth

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”