Apocalyptic Beast 소설 & 이야기

" Whom to be careful of?' Diana asked him. He scratch his chin while looking at her. Steph cleared her throat. " Wild beast, Rogues and witches!" He told her. " They're very dangerous especially Sachajir, the beast with four eyes and hungry for flesh!" He added. Diana looked scared and curious too to what Amir told them. Alexis walked closer to asked him something. " What do you mean beast? You mean a wild huge beast?" He asked him with full of excitement in his eyes. Alexis loved adventurous things like killing a beast. Since he was a child, he loved to see a real beast not only in a children's book or movies but in real life. Now it's his dream come true. If ever they would encountered a b

"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?"

Sandra was different from the rumors and Aztec had seen it first hand and maybe that's why it was hard for her to accept this new reality. "Know your place, human!” Aztec warned, letting out a loud growl at Gemma, but the human wasn't about to back down. It seemed like they both had things to say and the only thing standing between them was their races. Beatrice watched amusedly as the human girl dared the barbaric and toxic alpha. This all seemed like beautiful chaos, and for the first time, they were not arguing about her. That had to count for something for her, trite?

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

The sound of bones snapping echoes all around the forest. "Nemesis!" I scream. "Stop." He freezes but does not immediately release Ty. When he eventually does, the latter falls on his aŕśe, crawling away from him with great effort. Standing above the lesser male, the beast is a perfect picture of divine judgment. A massive black shadow with glossy furs and claws that reflect the moonlight. He finally turns in my direction. His expression is murderous as they move from me to Caleb. "Miss Hart," the Gamma says. "We need... to get out of here."

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

I hit the floor and felt something hurt my back. When I looked closely, I realized I was inside a damn pit full of people's bones. I was terrified, then part of the ceiling fell and I could see what was happening above. Elijah was enraged and using his darkness to subdue the beast, pulling it fiercely, and the three heads were writhing violently. That made me realize how powerful he really was. The beast growled with its heads up, breaking the shadows Elijah was using to subdue them and approaching him with the intent to kill him. That paralyzed me, so I tried to climb out of the damn pit, but it was really difficult. Alondra growled loudly.

“Yes, child. What you see is not an illusion. These people are real, even if they cannot see you. This realm exists. It is a creation of the Old God, the Supreme. This world is unique. Sacred.” Delilah slowly walked down the streets, taking in the beauty around her. Families laughing, friends talking, life pulsing through every corner. But beneath her admiration, an unease lingered. Suddenly, the skies darkened. The ground trembled. Delilah stopped. From the far end of the city, a monstrous figure emerged. Towering, grotesque, with eyes of molten fire and claws that tore through the earth like paper. Screams erupted. The beast moved with speed, swinging its massive arms, crushing buildings l

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

Out past everything, stretching across the horizon of the frozen wasteland, was the apocalypse. The first-born didn’t move like soldiers. They slid forward like a silent, unnatural sickness. There were thousands. They looked humanoid, sure, but they were entirely corrupted by old ice. Their flesh was a translucent blue, and their eyes were empty pits filled with glowing white frost. No weapons at all, just those long, jagged, icy talons that felt wrong, like winter had grown teeth. They didn’t have body heat. They didn’t have heartbeats. Nothing human left in them, not really. And they were aiming straight for the badlands.