Miss Benson's Beetle Novels & Stories

Moments later, the school speakers came alive again. “Mr. Benson, please report to my office immediately.” *** Mr. Benson sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the ball in front of him. Something about it felt... off. He turned it slowly in his hands, frowning at the tiny pores scattered around its surface. ‘Was it pierced? It looked perfectly fine before Derek touched it,’ he thought, unease curling in his gut. Then, the school intercom crackled. "Mr. Benson, please report to the principal’s office immediately."

"What else could this wall be? Or the spiders? What else is dualistic in nature here? What aren't we seeing? Wait, why aren't they biting me?" "Because they're not spiders," Jinx said with a sigh. He brought one of the little red things up close to his eye. "They have six legs. They're grave beetles. They spin webs but don't bite. Unless you're dead. Which we're not. Yet." The bugs were said to be messengers of the gods. The old, old gods. The old as fuck, no one has worshiped them in generations gods. Jinx picked up his cards.

They are taking back the pieces she was the program we are just background noise that they do not need anymore. Suddenly the red mud beneath Benson disappeared completely. He fell into a hole of darkness. He was saved by Junes strong grip on his arm. He swung over the space his boots kicking at nothing. Benson gasped, "June my arm is slipping!" The sweat on his skin made it impossible for her to hold on.

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she repeated. The witch priestess shrieked with anger, and she cast spells on Elise by conjuring Buprestid beetles (or Jewel beetles) of color bright purple-red. This type of beetles could split a log when they attack. Although Elise did not know this fact, she was sure that these beetles were no good for her. She threw an invisible layer of cloth and caught all of them. She hurled them away against the wall, near the altar, and the Buprestid beetles scattered all over the wall.

I apologised. "No dear, that was my plan too. We just need to find these four people and..." She stopped talking. "And what?" I asked. "Mr and Mrs Benson once worked at the company" My mom spelled out. I didn't believe my ears. "What??" I exclaimed. "They are good people, aren't they?" My mom asked.

Benson Wood was saying when Camella said “At this point, I will be the one talking and it's compulsory, everyone will have no option than to listen” Benson Wood went lost.

’ ‘No, it…’ Fafnir began to say, as the ground beneath them opened quickly and a black beast burst from the crack it created in the ground, roaring as it did, knocking Fafnir back and causing Rex to fall from his place on his shoulder, rolling as he hit the ground to prevent any broken bones. ‘What the f**k is that?’ Rex asked, staring at a jet-black horned beetle that was now staring them down with small red eyes. ‘He has seemingly tamed a royal lava beetle, I thought them on the brink of extinction, even during my time,’ Fafnir replied, ‘Judging by its size, it is fully grown so its armour is practically impenetrable.’ ‘So we can’t attack it from the top, so from underneath might not be ar

"Get the people into the mines. They are built into the rock. They might survive the explosion if you close the doors." "What about you?" Aris asked. "I have to stay to break the pipes " Benson said, looking at the woman. ". I have to stay with her." Dr. Aris looked at him for a time. She saw the love in his eyes it was a love stronger than the fear of death. She nodded once grabbed her bag and ran toward the tunnels. She shouted for the crowd to follow her. Benson was alone with the machine. He walked to the cooling pipes raised his heavy metal pipe and looked at the computer screen. The orange beam was almost ready to fire. The air in the room smelled strange his skin felt itchy because of

Bernard’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly still not fully trusting me. “What kind of offer?” My heart pounded a bit as I approached. “Last night, I couldn’t sleep. So I spent hours researching the beetles that have been plaguing Crescent Moon. And I realized something—they have no natural predators here because they’re an invasive species.” “We knew that already,” Bernard said somewhat dismissively, but a sharp look from his daughter caused him to soften a bit. “But… Thank you for trying.”