Novel & Cerita Psycho Beasts

"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.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

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.”

She shudder to think what would have happen if she touched it by mistake. Suddenly, Rose wished that she didn't request them to show their Beasts. Because she is now getting afraid of their beasts. She feel herself trembling by just looking at them. "Mate" Both the Beasts whispered at the same time. Rose was shocked to hear them. Their voice was heavy, inhuman. The one that sends chills down your spine. The Beasts looked at their mate. She looked even more beautiful than they imagined. They stepped closer to her but Rose flinched and moved back. Great mistake.

The Null Beasts hit Manhattan like cannonballs fired from between dimensions. They were horrifying. Each one was roughly the size of a city bus, but their shapes refused to commit to anything specific. They flickered between forms: massive insectoid monstrosities one second, writhing masses of geometric fractals the next, their bodies composed of a substance that Jack's root access identified as "unrendered reality," matter that hadn't been assigned physical properties by the Source Code. The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal.

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.