Novel & Cerita Prowl Beast Wars

"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.

Calix nodded along, his little brow knitted together as if he were focusing very hard on the story. “They soon started to fight amongst the others for her love, even turning against each other when one would succeed. The fighting soon grew out of hand and the young adults were now hurting each other, drawing blood as The All Mother tried and failed to keep the peace. Soon, four different factions divided her children and they each claimed land as far from each other as they could, no longer wanting to be a family. The Shifter birds followed the golden brown dragon, settling on a very large island after drifting off at sea. The Shifter bears followed the silver grey dragon and picked a land t

Lucien stepped back. "What is that?" Aurel answered in a whisper. "The Void Beast." "The first creature ever consumed by the Void." The monster roared. The sound shattered nearby cliffs. Its massive claw swept across the battlefield. The impact sent everyone flying. I crashed into a broken pillar. Pain shot through my shoulder. Before I could rise, the beast was already above me. Its claw descended. "Emilia!" Wesley shouted. A flash of silver light crossed my vision. Aurel intercepted the attack with the Spear of Dawn.

They were real humans, and they were armed. As the men burst through the door, Russe transformed to his werewolf form and swung his claws, deflecting their blows with ease. He fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. One of the men landed a blow on Russe’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But just as Russe was about to be overwhelmed, he heard the howling sounds approaching. A group of werewolves appeared, armed with long, sharp claws. They charged towards the men, cutting them down with ease.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Its lips curled into something that might once have been a smile. Then it struck. The battle began in earnest, the first blow of a war that would tear Archview apart. And somewhere deep within the monstrous heart now beating beneath black fur and corrupted power, the last remnants of Becky Everglade screamed as she was swallowed whole. Elise barely managed to twist aside before the ground where she had been standing exploded inward.

“If we don’t anchor him now… he’ll be lost to the curse forever.” But before the circle could complete, a deafening howl split the night. Joel’s monstrous form crashed into the sacred circle, scattering the wolves like leaves in a hurricane. “STOP HIM!” Maren screamed. But no one dared. Joel’s golden-black eyes fixed on them like a predator hunting prey. And in the distance, new shadows rose from the earth—Kalen’s shadow beasts spilling into the territory like a tidal wave. Two wars. One in the physical world. One in the Void.

“And they are using the rogues to do it. The attacks aren’t random. They are coordinated and I feel insiders are feeding them information. They know where our weak points are.” A roar tore out of me before I could stop it, shaking the office. The papers were scattered across the floor. (Let me take over,) My beast hissed again. (Let me show them what happens when they threaten us. We will burn their packs to the ground. Every last one of them.) (And then they will have proof you’re the monster they say you are,) My wolf replied, calm but firm. (You want her to look at you the way she did today again? Go ahead. Give them exactly what they want.)

The war began. They charged first, screeching, monstrous things. Not all of them were human-shaped anymore. Some had twisted into beasts. Some crawled like spiders, others flew like birds. I screamed and fire ripped from my hands. The front line met them with the same force that they gave. Swords clashed. Claws tore through flesh. The clearing erupted into chaos. Rake was a blur beside me, cutting down anything in his path. Zahra danced like a storm, blades spinning. Beck fought like a damn earthquake.

It was not only in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range but also in other places. When people seized the same treasure, the treasure would belong to the one who gave the treasure-guardian beast the final blow. If they did not act according to the rules, the only thing they could do was to engage in a bloody battle. They would either fight to death or fight to the end until one side surrendered. In Wastelands, one had to rely on one's strength to speak. There were no principles, even if the Flame-winged Beast King was seriously injured by them first. The man in purple smiled contemptuously and then turned to the man in white and shouted, "Senior Brother Liu, come on!"