Trevor Henderson Behemoth Novels & Stories

Live. “Oh, stop flooding,” Behemoth snarled. “I know everything about your family. A sick mother who does not leave the walls of the house, and a brother who squanders an inheritance, told a legend created for others. You live off your share in the company. Remains of former luxury. All ad nauseam correct and law-abiding. Last time you were saved by a freak with scars on his face, but this ... this time, he will not save you. He is not here. But it's okay, today I'll start with you, continue with your friend, and end with that freak when I find him.

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.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

He gazed up but didn't see any Blood Moon in the sky and that made him grimace in deep confusion. If tonight was the night of the Blood Moon, he would've been the first person to know and he wouldn't have brought Phoenix here. His body would have given him signs that he going to transform soon but none of that happened. So what the fuck is happening to his body? Why the heck is he transforming into a... A grunt left his lips immediately and he scurried back to the mirror. " BEAST!! " He growled angrily and in a matter of seconds, he has transformed into a huge, vicious, and terrifying beast...the one part of himself which he loathed with everything in him...

Everything was moving in a positive direction for the Behemoth. "Go forth and destroy everything in sight!" "Yes! Excellent!" The earth trembled. A hundred-meter-tall Behemoth gradually emerged from underground. It looked somewhat similar to a beast mech. Its outer appearance was very distinctive. Its head and limbs were like those of a normal mech, but there were over a dozen spikes on its back. The spikes varied in length, with the longest reaching twenty meters and the shortest only seven meters. Moldur was still adapting to the Behemoth's body. After crawling out from underground, he walked a bit unsteadily.