Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

"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.

Three of the massive crystal beasts leaped from the glowing underbrush, aiming directly for a flatbed rig carrying a dozen terrified refugees and the Code-Born kids. Captain Reyes didn't hesitate. She rotated her crawler's heavy mounted turret and opened fire. The phased plasma bolts streaked across the dark, slamming into the lead Stalker mid-air. The Origin-Code ripped through the beast's crystalline armor, shattering it into a shower of harmless, glowing dust that washed over the windshield of the flatbed. But the other two beasts landed heavily on the side of the rig, their massive claws sinking into the durasteel plating. The transport swerved violently, the driver fighting to keep the

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

Mara nodded, impressed. Then the horns blew. And war swallowed us. The Clash Rogues poured like a black flood over the ridge, teeth bared, eyes too wild to be called human. The world collapsed into noise...growls, steel, the thump of bodies hitting the dirt, the air thick with the iron-sting of blood. My wolf surged inside me...fur and silver and instinct, a storm clawing at my ribs. “Hold the line!” My voice thundered over the battlefield.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

I was shocked when Aaron and Nashita were nowhere to be found but only their beasts which charged at us and we ourselves didn't pace down as well. Crashing against them as claws landed on snorts and necks as we collided with the crazed beast seeking dominance and fighting like our life depended on it, Shots of pain rises to my spine when I felt a slash on my thighs and I growled in fury, snapping the neck of the Beast responsible before returning the remnants of my anger on the other beasts slashing off the heads of as many as I came in contact with. The ground soiled with the blood of some of our warriors and the green blood of the beasts. We were almost at par and it was disturbing me.

"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?"