Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

’ I heard in my head from Remmie as I saw another wolf drop at my feet with a hole right between my eyes. ‘Nice shot.’ I replied back, disregarding her statement. ‘Oh, don’t think for a minute that we are not going to be talking. I swear to all that is holy Cain.’ Remmie yelled at me. Just as I shut down my link to everyone, I saw the largest pack of wolves and dark warlocks shoot through the rubble of the wall. Before any of us could even prepare for an attack, the ground began to shake and the ground began to open as long black, brown snakes shot through the ground and began to pull the enemy down into the ground. Abel and I just looked at each other.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

For the sake of beating their opponents, they were willing to resort to any means necessary, including using beasts. Unbeknownst to them, however, the beasts had other plans. The beasts that were at their peak were no less intelligent than humans. The strongest beast in Chaos City was a Black-scaled Tiger. Its natural-born technique was at the upper ultimate god realm, thus most of the warriors were no match for the tiger at all. It was also quick-witted with more than enough intelligence to scheme against humans.

Rumble! On the battlefield, the earth shook, and the sound of an explosion rocked the area. James turned around and saw a humongous beast charging toward him. The beast’s limbs were like pillars of the heavens. With every step he took, the earth shattered, and profound fissures were created. “Him again…” James’s face paled.

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.

“I just want this damn war to end.” Then his body shifted. Bones cracked violently. Muscles twisted. Expanded. The sound alone was enough to make weaker warriors flinch. Beast. Ruztom stared. “Damn…” Even after all these years, watching lycans transform still felt brutal up close. Then the final signal appeared. The fortress gates opened. Every warrior shifted at once. The field exploded with beasts. Massive forms surged forward through smoke and fire. Claws tore into dirt. Fangs gleamed beneath flames.

Isobelle It had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The ground trembled as the walls began to collapse, trapping the beast in a cloud of dust and rubble. For a moment, there was silence. Then the creature roared, its voice muffled but no less menacing. “It’s still moving!” one of the wolves yelled. Annabel didn’t hesitate. She leaped into the ravine, landing on the beast’s back. It thrashed, trying to throw her off, but she held on, her claws digging deep. The rogue joined her, his blade plunging into the creature’s side. Together, they fought with relentless precision, each strike weakening the beast further.