Miss Benson's Beetle Summary Novels & Stories

Sure, I sensed Benson was strong when I took him down in his lion form, but this was something else, as Jackson just stated. “What do you mean cocoon?” “Benson is a born chimera. His father is Roni.” “Whoa! Roni the Ronin!” My eyes and ears couldn’t believe the truth of this statement. Both Gallant and Jackson nodded their heads. “This information must not be shared with your companions. Benson had a private conversation with us and we figured it out. If Kane and the others knew about it, he’d know someone within your group knows us. If you wish to keep our bond silent, then tell no one.” Gallant had a good point there. He also knew me too well because that is exactly what I was going to do,

Benson whispered as he moved closer to Scott who remained still like a statue. "Your silence means that you know the master planner behind it, don't you? You're so hard hearted for a person who just lost his sister. You know what, Scott?" Benson said as he started straightening Scott's suit with his hand. "I think you're from the devil. When your family member dies,you don't feel any remorse but when another person dies,you cry a lot. Like you cried when Kylie's father died because of you, remember?" Benson said and laughed evilly.

"Let's go on a date," Benson said pouring wine into two glasses form them. "We haven't gone anywhere, we haven't gone out ever since…" his eyes snapped close as memories of almost losing Alita to the jaw of death flashed through his mind–not sonething you wouldn't want to remember, not even randomly. "What do you think?" He asked.

They turned into black soil that put oxygen back into the sky. She saw the soldiers and students meet in a world. It was messy. It was not a dream. It was not a ruin. It was a beginning. Benson stood in the middle of the world. He was human again. His skin felt warm. He breathed air. He looked around for June. "June?" he called out. "June are you here?" A small blue butterfly landed on his shoulder. It moved its wings. Flew away. Benson followed it to a wooden house. He opened the door.

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.”

Ben Carter climbed with the surprising agility of a man who has run away from many angry creditors. Below us, the sea of silver crashed against the walls. The beetles began to pile on top of each other, forming living pyramids, trying to reach us. "Shoot them!" Haley shrieked, clutching her backpack like a life preserver. "Marcus, shoot them!" Marcus racked the slide of his heavy assault shotgun. BOOM. The buckshot hit the swarm. A dozen beetles shattered, sparking as their micro-capacitors exploded. But it was like throwing a pebble into a woodchipper. The swarm didn't even pause. They simply ate the lead pellets and kept climbing.

And now, Adrian had everything he had ever wanted—a family, power, and a name that people respected. Benson clenched his fists. "If I can’t be happy, neither will he." That night, as he scrolled through his contacts, an idea struck him—one that would shatter Adrian’s peaceful life. He dialed a number he hadn’t touched in years. "Hello?" A sultry voice answered, dripping with venom. "Bella, it’s me," Benson said, his voice cold but calculated. There was silence on the other end before a low chuckle filled the receiver. "Well, well, Benson. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Dylan asked. As Melissa looked and studied her books Dylan seemed human but as his sleeves were lifted, his skin was covered in spots. Melissa had a thought and checked Dylan’s back before consulting her books. He was a spotted tortoiseshell beetle. “I’ve seen a few like you. A regular beetle would hide inside its translucent shell when enemies approach but insect humans like you would just summon the shell when needed.” Melissa explained.

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.

Grateful that she does not have to walk for very much further. Benson takes a large covered basket from one of the kitchen staff and starts heading out the door. Ally follows, holding onto Benson’s arm for stability. They get into a Jeep and Benson takes the wheel. He drives at a slow pace, making sure to only stay on the better parts of the path, as to not shake Ally around too much. Ally watches the scenery around them. The grass is long and the trees are green. She can hear a lot of birds in the trees. It sounds joyful.