Trevor Henderson Behemoth Novels & Stories

I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. “They trained me with my elemental powers when I was little. They are like family to me.” Ember says. “Oh.” I turn to face them. “I’m sorry, forgive my harsh intentions, I am Damian Morningstar.” I shake their hands. “I am Hanzo. The former Ghost of Tsushima turned fire elemental.” My eyes widened. “Ghost of Tsushima? The samurai warrior that fended off the Mongol invasion of Japan all by himself?” I asked. I’ve heard of the legend of the lone samurai warrior that rose from the dead to defend his home but I’d never have thought I would meet him!

he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips. His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile. "Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.

/ But my body kept moving forward, driven by something deeper than logic or self-preservation. The sounds reached me before I got to his door—low, struggling growls that barely sounded human. Like he was fighting something inside himself and losing badly. Wood splintered somewhere within, followed by the crash of something heavy hitting the floor. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. Whatever was happening, politeness seemed irrelevant. The sight that greeted me was the most terrifying thing I'd ever witnessed. Kael knelt in the center of the room, his body caught between human and beast in a transformation that looked excruciating. His clothes were shredded, h

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The Behemoth roared again, this time louder, as if annoyed by Kevin's impact. Kevin ignored it. He raised his fist, ready to strike Bima. "This is the end for you and your trashy Indomie!" "System, you said the Behemoth's weakness is a 'content trigger'!" Bima asked internally, ignoring Kevin, who was ready to strike. [System Suggestion: The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS is obsessed with 'viral content' and 'high ratings'. Create an extreme visual and emotional conflict to trigger the Behemoth's reaction!] "Extreme visual and emotional conflict?" Bima looked at the Indomie Super Nutripower in his hand.

It was simply created for destruction! Roar! But the Behemoth was created by the lunatic Merlin after all. He might not be as fast as before Dylan sucked a few of his primary tentacles, but his tactic of survival was not inferior to the pure beasts of the Wolven Continent. For the first time, the 'unmoving' Behemoth finally made a move! From being completely still while relying on the tentacles, the Behemoth showed its added limbs hidden in his chest and stomach which resembled a crab! "Congratulations! You are the only opponent who made me show my true form even since I was born! Ho-ho-ho!"

The last one was the Behemoth, a giant creature with sharp curled horns with pointed canine teeth resembling a bull, and its skin was so thick that it was difficult to penetrate. The presence of the three creatures was so formidable that the ground cracked with every step they took. The Hell-hound snarled while drooling its acidic saliva and the Manticore hissed in a high-pitched voice that sent chills down your spine. The Behemoth roared in a thunderous sound that shook the ground. The entire forest crackled as it experienced a great earthquake from the Behemoth's deafening roar. Keefe's heart was beating really fast, and he realized his hands were shaking violently. He couldn't hide his fe

He duck down as the behemoth hit its right fang sideways on a tree, Therens looked up to see that the tree cracked down while the fang was unbothered. “What the hell, this monster is too strong,” he thought. The Behemoth keeps on wiggling his head as Therens tried his best to grasp any skin around him. He was shocked upon seeing that the behemoth was running while its head was lying low to hit another tree. He rolled his body down to the behemoth’s nape as the head hit the tree, Therens felt the impact as the behemoth roared loudly enough that makes every bird inside the forest fly.

A voice growled behind us, I quickly went and hide behind the beast and what surprise me the most is that he was sheilding me from the other man that just arrived, and his body had gone tensed. I look up at the man,he was tall but still not taller than the beast, his face was scary enough,his eyes were pure red, that not something you see everyday though. He would have been handsome to me, if not for his crook nose and arrogant appearance, the beast growled and it was obviously directed at me. There we go again, I forgot he read thoughts at times. "Stubborn pet you're having huh?" The guy insisted. "She isn't a pet and mind you Jared if you don't keep your fucking eye whore off her, I have

“No. I’m not into conspiracy theories, but let me guess, they’re rebranding?” “Some members are named in the list. Absolom is a criminal organization run by Hanslo Greer, Cenric’s father-in-law. This organization was big; part of it was taken down by the FBI, freezing their assets, but even if you cut one head, two more will grow because the organization profits millions of dollars. Abraham is ten times bigger and worse. You don’t even wanna talk about it in public. Authorities, even the agency, think it’s a myth.” He took his phone back and dialed someone.