Prowl Beast Wars Novels & Stories

The beast looked at them, pinpoint dark blue pupils smoldering like a furnace flame. Eleven others climbed to the top of the gate, some as big as the first but others slightly smaller, and then snarling viciously, they leaped into the pack and began charging towards them. “Attack!” Zara yelled and dashed forward. The beta warriors followed suit and the clash ensured. Zara scanned the battlefield until she found what she was looking for, the leader, he was dashing towards alpha Draven. “Joel, hold things down here…” she screamed breathlessly, “I am going after him!”

"The combination of every smaller piece of them to make something huge - The war caused all these for mankind." Avery remained lost, she stared at the pictures that were on the left and right. "I still don't understand." Avery finally said how lost she was in what Wahika is trying to explain to her." Wahika sighed. "The beast is most powerful when the red moon is out. It represents the day they were all wiped out to become one. The beast and the sea monster are both immortal - their territory is the forest of Armageddon." "What about the witches clash?"

I exclaimed, my voice betraying my astonishment. Agnus nodded grimly, his expression grave. "That's correct," he confirmed. I seized the stack of scrolls, my mind racing as I devoured each one. The scrolls painted a horrifying picture. After the devastating fire that had ravaged their city, the Beast Kingdom formally declared war on the Brightiwng Empire. Two of their most formidable armies, led by the ruthless General Masashin and the ambitious Prince Drakan, had descended upon Grand Canyon City, the Empire's northernmost stronghold. In a swift and brutal campaign, they had conquered the city within a week.

*Boom* The Ice Bear opted for a probing attack as its first choice, and the Barbarian Lord did the same. The Ice Bear swung its large paw that could easily flatten the gates of a city into nothing but rubble at the Barbarian Lord, and the power of a Sacred Beast was fully displayed. The Barbarian Lord merely narrowed his eyes at this display of power. He too chose to swing his palm at the beast instead of using his axe. The large and mighty axe became nothing but a spectator as it was switched to his weaker left hand to do nothing but watch the clash of palms. It was a decision that didn’t seem the wisest in any way. For the Ice Bear was several times bigger than the Barbarian Lord. Even on

She swiped at him , and he dodged, easily countering her with his fists. “Blood Prison!” Willow yelled and Erebus was instantly covered in a dome. Willow squeezed his hands together, trying to keep him in, but he burst out a few moments later with little effort. “Destroy.” He said again, and he started firing more of his beams at them. Willow also noticed his shadow form was getting larger than before, and he pointed it out to Míriel. “He’s increasing his power output until he’s powerful enough to kill us.”, she explained, burning the shadow tendrils that got too close. “We have to stop him from getting too string for us, then.”, Willow said, forming an orb in his hand. He looked at Míriel.

Closer, a little bit closer. ”Now! Fire the cannons!” I thundered, and the words had not died on my lips when I heard the resounding boom of the cannons firing, the black-spotted balls of flame climbing high over our heads to scatter into the plains underneath, dispersing some of the films, but the werewolves kept coming. “More! Don't stop firing!” I bellowed, just as the wave crashed into the gate and shook the exterior wall, the force of the gust swiping a few archers to plunge to their deaths below as the war cry of my troops rose, metal clashing with claw.

I stared at the nearest monitor as it panned to reveal that a familiar red mech had dropped onto the far side of the plateau and was making a break for my location. The Prowler. Commander Telbus was in my Prowler. Draco growled into his radio. "Someone, anyone, please intercept our uninvited guest before he reaches my location." A bright flash illuminated the snowy battlefield outside. Another capsule down. An Erebus broke off from the battle on the ramp and charged at the Prowler as it flew past. The bulbous shapes of three plasma launchers adorned the mech's olive-green armour, making it more than a match for the twin shotguns the Prowler possessed.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

Just relentless torment. Enduring heat was one thing, but this was something else. My bones burned as if they were being rubbed down with sandpaper. Hot tears rolled down my face, impairing my vision. Sharp teeth sliced through my gums, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood. My nose and jaw stretched forth from my skull, undergoing a metamorphosis that defied all medical science. Coarse brown hair erupted through each follicle, and my limbs bent into what should have been impossible angles. They moved beneath my skin like motorized parts of a shape-shifting robot. Then, as they met their resistance, they snapped and reconnected elsewhere. My back arched as I squirmed in agony. I