Regigigas Novels & Stories

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

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.

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

"So Grandpa took me?" "Yes." "He's a meanie." "He's a very big meanie." She nodded firmly, like she had just solved a complicated math problem. "Okay. I'm not scared of him anymore." "You're not?" "No. Because Daddy is bigger than him. And Mommy is smarter than him. And Uncle Damian has guards with guns." I laughed despite myself. "Uncle Damian's guards don't have guns." "They have pretend guns." "They have walkie-talkies." "Same thing."

All three heads turned toward the floor at once. Then it came. A sound older than words. A roar too deep for any machine, too primal for any engine. It vibrated in Ellie’s teeth, sank into her bones. A low, rolling rumble. Scales. Wings. Wrath. Ellie staggered. “What… what is that?” Cerebus’s golden eyes burned. His growl was not for the soldiers anymore. It was for something older. Something waking beneath them. The Chimera. Level 5 — Surface Exit

The officer scanned the room coldly and asked, "Which one of you is Neil Sawyer?" Assuming it was a commendation, Neil stepped out proudly. "Hello, officer. I'm Neil Sawyer." The officer stepped forward. "Neil Sawyer, you knowingly shared needles and deliberately spread HIV. You're coming with us." The sentence froze everyone in the room.

Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline. The creatures had pale gray skin with black eyes. They wore dried animal skin. The taller one wore it around its lower half like a skirt and the smaller one like a dress. They had large thick muscles running all over their bodies, it would take a really sharp blade to even cut their skin. "Tristan, what do we do," Trix yelled as the giants began to circled them. Tristan glanced at both the creatures. "I was hoping you could tell me," he yelled back.

"Dad, she is living in a different palace. Heard some marriage ceremony held there. They saw the name printed as Ranvijay weds Ragini. Ranvijay is the Indian Mafia." "That's none of our business. Ragini? Oh that fucker's daughter. God knows how many children he had throughout his life. Listen, don't create a mess there. For us it's easy to kill them and bring them back here. But...." "But what dad? She is 22 now. Enough of this drama. Bring her back and tell her everything. Today or tomorrow she has to accept her reality. How long she would live being naive and unaware of her power and past!"

His eyes were extremely cold, and a cold and arrogant aura gushed from him. The people around finally noticed that Regus was here! They felt excited upon seeing Regus’ expression. “Regus seems to be in a bad mood.” “Yeah, I have the feeling that Regus wants to take action against those two.” “It can’t be. That blood lion is called Ragnar. Although not a rare talent, it’s a genius, after all. With a level at the peak of eight stars and strength at the early stage of nine stars, I don’t think Regus can kill it.”