Psycho Beasts Novels & Stories

Frost asked in a mock tone and mysterious scoffed at him. " Flames, Why don't you keep your mouth shut for once, Your punishment is to meditate with me for a full month, Diana don't mind him and besides why haven't they tell you about spirit beasts, Spirit beasts are supernaturals helpers and they are meant for powerful supernaturals like the one you are seeing " Mysterious bragged and Diana scoffed. " Spare me that please and besides what is the names of your spirit beasts, Can I have one? " Diana asked and mysterious slightly frowned at her with folded arms as he sat down on a rock and so did Diana did also.

In all my life, have never imagined myself being in this kind of situation where I would be going on this kind of mission which could cost me my life. "So guys, one thing about these monsters is, they are bloodthirsty. They crave for blood and that made them just like zombies but they aren't zombies. They are something much more powerful and stronger and faster than zombies. Believe me guys, these monsters are in their right state of mind except that they get really wide at the smell of a blood. Apart from the blood they always crave for and their abilities, there's no difference among us. And about the beast species. As you all know, they are the deadliest among these monsters. Beast specie

“This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.” He turned to the third one, his expression darkening slightly. “And this… this is a Mire Walker. The worst. It mimics emotions, faces, even voices. It’s the only one that can speak. Don’t listen to it. Don’t look it in the eyes. You stab it in the heart, and you do it fast.” Every word he spoke sent shivers down my spine. Not from fear. From lust. He wasn’t just knowledgeable, he was confident. Tactical. Deadly.

"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.

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

“Now do you have any qualms about us teaming up,” Rash Tiger turned to Beastly Tiger and said. The man tried to smile, but all that could be seen was an ugly grin etched across his face. It was clear that the pressure that the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast was radiating affected him greatly. Although he wasn’t shaking in fear, his cells screamed in frustration as they were subjected to power they had never felt before.

Philip said in exasperation. “Those two are spirit beasts,” Roscoe said. Philip was taken aback and asked, “How do you know?” “My family runs a spirit beast store. They have clear eyes and generally won't hurt anyone.” Roscoe picked up a flaming torch and threw it into the open space. The lizards scrambled to give chase, and one of them ran back to Roscoe with the torch in its mouth. Roscoe continued, “Demon beasts are generally huge with red eyes. They’ll hurt people on sight and can’t be tamed. There are far fewer demon beasts than spirit beasts.”

And then the trap sprung. A low hum filled the chamber, rising rapidly in pitch until it became a piercing, high-frequency shriek. It was a sound designed not for the ears, but for the soul. The [Wailer's Beacon], a Night Market artifact, activated. To a human, it would be a mild headache. To a werewolf, it was psychic agony. It was a drill boring directly into their instincts, flooding their minds with terror, rage, and paranoia.

One ferocious beast after another, corrupted by deathly aura, charged out of the dense forest: Giant-teeth Tigers several meters long with bared fangs; Black-scale Pythons clad in scales, spewing poisonous mists; Ferocious Eagles whose wings blotted out the sky and claws tore through metal and stone; and Bone Dragons coiled atop mountain peaks, their entire bodies formed from condensed bones. These beasts had long lost their sanity, leaving only their most primal killing instincts. Each possessed combat power close to the Heaven Spirit Phase, charging in packs without fear of death. Mystic Vale still did not move. The three brand-new Zombie Puppets simultaneously stepped forward, their black

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.