Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

With two sounds, blood splashed, and the Giant Bear Beast was blinded. "RARR! RARR! RARR!" The Giant Bear Beast became even more violent and restless. In midair, the blood shadow was scampering in a disorderly manner as its strength impacted level by level. Not far away, Yang Qing and the rest were all covered in a cold sweat.

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. let the rage overwhelm me as I tore across the length of the wall, kicking back the rogues and snapping necks, tearing through fur and leaping down to reduce the barrage on my soldiers. There were too many of the werewolves, running from the line of trees in their thousands. I had to give the order or risk losing all my troops! Shit! What the fuck do I do? “Gah!” I growled, flinging the mass of my head to crack open a werewolf's skull after it had dug its claws into my thick mat

NARRATIVE POV This massive male was giving orders. His presence was commanding and dark. Yes. He had a pulsating darkness around him, but it oddly called to her. It matched the darkness that filled her hollow soul. It coursed through her veins. His body was riddled with deep scars. He was a war beast. Beast. CC wondered if this was the Beast that the rogues were referring to. The name suited him. She couldn’t imagine this behemoth doing mundane everyday errands like running to the supermarket in a minivan after dropping off the pups at soccer. He was raw and dangerous.

It let out a screech of agony as it collapsed, its form disintegrating into dust. The battle had begun in earnest. Jon and Zarek led the charge alongside her, cutting down anything that came their way. Rune and Lioren, too, fought with a savage grace, their blades a blur in the chaos. The warriors of their army were unstoppable—each one driven by a deep, burning fury that had been years in the making. But the beasts kept coming. For every beast that fell, another rose to take its place, the storm that surrounded them growing more chaotic, more destructive with each passing moment. The ground was slick with the blood of both wolves and monsters, and the air was thick with the scent of death a

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

Deangelo's POV Hours. It had been hours of brutal fighting, a goddamn meat crusher. My team was doing everything in their power to hold back my stepmother’s army, but it was like fighting a fucking hydra, every head we chopped off, two more grew in its place. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were playing a losing game. How the hell did that old bitch get her hands on so many goddamn troops? Only the President could assemble this kind of force, and Ximena was just some gold digger playing queen substitute.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

*Boom* *Clank* *Bang* Several stomping and clanking sounds filled the battlefield. Since there were only experts and powerful Magical Beasts left fighting, even a second was enough to determine the outcome of a fight. Almost all the High Class Magical Beasts had been slain, and of the Predators, only Arthur, Frowning Tiger, Rash Tiger, Domineering Tiger and Beast Tiger were left standing. The rest were either injured and had retreated, or dead with the ability to raise a weapon no more.

AUTHOR'S POV “ Dam-Damon... ” A terrified whisper left Ana's mouth, as she stared up at Beast who composed his expressions instantly. Pushing himself off her in a moment, he pulled her along him like she was a ragdoll. “ CALL THE GUARDS ON LOOKOUT! ” Beast roared out and started dragging Ana who was still staring at her hands. Her eyes slowly went down to the sand where blood was dropping down from Beast's waist. A lot of gun shots were sounding in the background. A lot of men appeared from the Forest too. It was once again a gang war and they were definitely outnumered by a huge difference.