Omni Man Vs Battle Beast Novels & Stories

"The commander...he knows where Christopher is-" "Nobody switches missions!" The black man spat. "You risk everyone. You risk yourself!" "TK, shut up," the big tall man said. "The commander took Beast's place. You don't switch missions, Ma'am, because it leaves your team short and it means that your new team will have to learn a new team member." "Beast risked us all-" the Hispanic man responded angrily. "Yeah but if he got a bad feeling…then he did the right thing." The men all got thoughtful looks on their faces.

He stood facing a battlefield teeming with the enemy, his gaze drawn to two figures that seemed to embody the very essence of the Beast Kingdom's might. One was a man, his age a whisper from the past, a shadow of a legend. He bore the scars of countless battles, his eyes reflecting a lifetime of conflict, a lifetime spent locked in a dance of death with Lance's own father. Now, they stood on opposite sides, their destinies intertwined in this brutal war. Then there was General Masashin, a creature of raw power and terrifying ferocity. A beastman barely out of his teens, he had clawed his way to the pinnacle of military command, a testament to his ruthless ambition and undeniable skill.

The beasts were getting killed but they were equally killing and they seemed stronger. The clearing turned into a battlefield, the sound of gunfire and snarls blending into a cacophony of chaos. Blood sprayed in all directions as beasts and men clashed, and though Ashton’s men were holding their own, it was clear the tide of the battle was shifting. Newton’s creatures were relentless, their unnatural strength and magical enhancements making them formidable opponents. Ashton was a blur in the chaos, his movements precise and deadly as he cut down anything in his path. But Newton wasn’t content to watch from the sidelines.

The announcers voice boomed as a bell rang, indicating the start of the fight. The beastman immediately lunged at the lean man, grabbing him. The lean man made little to no movement as he allowed himself to be squeezed by the man. I looked away, this man would me squashed. “Oh, damnitt! Interesting.” I heard Rhea squeal and I turned to look. The beastman was laid on the floor, heaving while the lean man squatted as if waiting for his opponent to arise. My mouth dropped open. How did he do that?

William Robin and him. “We are sick of this young man’s reign of terror.” The man continued, the veins standing out on his neck in the moonlight. “Who will fight with me, so that we can rid ourselves of this tyrant beast?” For a moment nobody moved. Then one wolf, and two, until four stood behind him, two Betas and two Omegas. “Your time is over, Elliott.” The man growled, his eyes flashing. “It is time to die.”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

It was a brutal, drawn-out fight, but he defeated all four, leaving them groaning on the dirty street. Luo was different. He fought like an Alpha—confident, unbeatable. Too strong to be a Beta, yet carrying the certainty of a marked Omega. The moment I saw him, I knew he would be my closest friend. That day, my father had taken me along to meet a business partner…that kind of business partner…and had left me waiting in the car. After witnessing the fight, I flung the car door. I went to Luo, who was picking up the scattered coins from the ground.

“Stop, Ophelia! Don’t do it!” After taking a deep breath she dove deep into the vast ocean and sank into the heaven the beast had created. “Ophelia!” Onyx cried her name in warning. "Komm bei mech, mäi Mann!" Ophelia screamed out and he fell to his knees grunting in agony. He clutched his head and she knew the inner war between him and the beast had begun. She witnessed how her other half battled the beast with everything he has inside. He will allow his beast to shift without a fight. He refuses to give up. (Come to me, my male!)

Lihua growls and Cora shifts into her massive gold Lycan. The mostly black pack seem stunned for a moment before they charge toward my sister. Dom to Alessia- GET HER OUT OF HERE. I feel almost feral as my mate's presence disappears behind me. This is the first battle between lycans in a couple hundred years. We rarely fight one another, but when we do it hasn't been over something this momentous. This battle is for humankind and Cora. Any thought of being merciful is gone. I don't care about the amount of lycan blood I will spill. They die here.

"Oh, look at you, still just a little kid pretending to be a warrior." My Beast broke away from me. Edward of the Light stood there, his eyes widened in shock as he realized the impending battle. The question lingered in the air - would he fight for Bella? Without hesitation, I launched myself at my father, the sound of the cracking marble floor echoing through the room. My claws sliced through the air, targeting his throat, but he effortlessly dodged my attack. With a swift punch, he sent me crashing into the banquet table, the impact reverberating through my body.