Predacon Beast Wars Novels & Stories

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

The car turned onto the highway and began picking up speed. I drew my lips into a tight line, afraid of giving anything away lest they notice something amiss. Ezra grabbed the wheel and drove steadily, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suddenly, I heard a low, buzzing sound in my ears. It wasn't the sound of my phone vibrating. It was my mind-link! This was the pack's internal communication method, and I could also hear everything clearly. I could hear Ezra's excited voice as he spoke in Wolfish. "Alpha Felix? The prey's about to escape from her cage! We're on the highway now! Should I finish her off in the car?

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.

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

“Of course he did. Because he was already there. Waiting.” “You don’t know that.” Finn stepped closer, voice gentler. “Zorya… we’re not imagining this. His scent is wrong. His aura is wrong. Something about him feels,” “Predatory,” Ares snapped. “But not in a wolf way. In a,what the hell is he,kind of way.” Gunner’s tone was steady but grim. “He’s not normal faculty. He watches, calculates, anticipates. It’s like he knows where you’ll be before you do.”

No, who cared though, she has to die, she couldn't possibly make my reign a bad one ' Where ever you are Sarah, I would find you ' I said to myself and left to my bedroom THIRD PERSON'S POV "Oh no! This is just the beginning Liam, I would make your reign the worst the Werewolves would experience" The man said, not without a maniac laugh "He would end the life of their very own helper, and the disaster he is trying so bad to prevent, would befall them, when he least expect, ha-ha" Freda, the prohetess said and they both laughed

It was ancient, primal, a vibration that spoke of deep earth and forgotten monsters. The sound rippled outward, a shockwave of pure power that made the stones of the pack house tremble. Every wolf in the territory would feel it in their bones—he had claimed his prize. Zora’s legs gave out. She didn’t fall, but her whole body shook like a leaf in a hurricane. He began to circle her—slow, deliberate—a predator studying his catch. Heat rolled off him in waves, a burning forge against the cold racing down her spine. The air grew heavy, charged with a terrifying electric energy.

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.