Predacon Beast Wars Novels & Stories

"Six unidentified signatures approaching at Mach 10! Papasok na sila sa canyon!" ​Ang mga Precursor Scouts ay hindi gaya ng mga barkong nakita nila sa Earth. Sila ay hugis-karayom, kulay pilak, at gumagalaw na tila lumalangoy sa hangin. Sa isang iglap, nagpakawala sila ng mga Plasma Beams na tumama sa mga defensive turrets ng Outpost. ​"Vargo! Legion! This is it!" sigaw ni Xander habang isinusuot ang kanyang Wolf-Alpha Armor. "Gamitin ang mga tunnel! Huwag silang harapin sa open field! Ambush tactics!"

There was no response. While on the field, Dom and Elijah were having a hard time against the beast. Y seemed to have upgraded and made some special modifications. The beast was more ferocious and more dangerous. It had bitten into Elijah's wing, and sent him spiraling down into the plains below where the werewolves and vampires were fighting against Y's pawns. The ammunition in the guns was reloaded. The new shots were ready to be fired. Waai gave permission and this time, one by one, werewolves began to die.

A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of my mind, faint and distant, a primal warning that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t place it — it wasn’t my own fear, but something else, something ancient and wild, screaming at me to run. The Blue Moon Beast was the apex predator of the Black Forest — ten times more savage than a hellhound. Any creature that entered its territory, werewolf or otherwise, didn't leave alive. "I want to take one home — Damien, isn't it pretty?" Wendy raised her bow and nocked an arrow. "Don't!" The arrow was already in the air.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

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.

I follow him, and my eyes land on another hot specimen. He is Mateo Cruz, the heir of BlackClaw pack. Together, these three are the hottest, the most famous and the strongest predators of MoonVeil Academy, infamously called the predatory trio. In short, every girl's subject of wet dreams. "I thought there were no waiters around," Mateo says, breaking my illusion. Waiter? I force my brain to stop admiring his vibrant green eyes, reminding me of a forest, and start objecting to their rude behaviour.

"Welcome to Rosendale. We have only a few rules here. Most of them apply to everyone, but some of them are for only extras." I nodded, my eyes fixed on him. I wondered if Valerian had felt this intimidated, this alone. I wondered if he wanted to give up, too. "First and foremost, don't use the gym while we use it. You can use it after if you find it open." I nodded. I had no intention of using the gym. "As an extra, you are Rosendale pack's equivalent of an omega, so you can't eat with us either. You can eat after we are done eating if there are any scraps remaining."

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Date: 12 Nov 2002 The clash of war between the beast and the Demons was not easy as there was a huge fight. The Demons attacked fiercely and the beast did not spare them at all, killing them one after the other. One attacked, throwing a digger straight at him. He caught it and threw it back. The demon did not see that coming so it caught him and he fell down dead to the floor.

The technician coughed up blood but continued, "You won't live to see tomorrow's moon. The Donna's era is over." I nodded once, then shot him through the knee. Amid the screams, I said, "Carlo, send someone to his place. Spettro, contact our military sources and find out what this toxin is. Everyone else, send the kid to a hospital and notify Paolo." "Donna Costa, you—" "I'm fine," I said, turning and walking out of the warehouse. "Back to the Costa residence. Notify all core members to gather for an emergency meeting in one hour."