Beastars Ship Novels & Stories

Beast surged forward, its hull glowing with a faint, blue-white light as it pierced the fabric of space-time. The ship's passage through the distance was smooth and silent, leaving behind a trail of a distorted blue haze. The viewscreen flared to life at my command: "On screen!" as it locked onto their leader. With a burst of light, Beast dropped out of warp drive directly in front of the reptilian, its sleek hull gleaming with a fierce, battle-ready intensity. "Locking on..." Sam announced, his fingers dancing across the control panel with swift, confident strokes. A low, ominous hum filled the air as Dad and Sam charged up Beast's weapons systems, ready to unleash its fury.

The ground trembled with waves of dust rolling across the meadows when the ship touched down. The tiger fired a blast of energy, churning up enough winds to dispel the incoming waves of dust before they could dirty their food. The tiger appeared to be jealously protective of his food. Men got off the ship. They shot contemptuous looks at Chu Xun and his companions and ignored them before going to the river to get some water. "Whoever they are, they ain't coming at us," observed the elephant mutant quietly. The men who got off the ship were low-tiered Beast Lords.

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

“Benny the device is under her skin, in her neck. Is there some way we can cover the signal or turn it off so we can get her back to the ship. “Not really, but we can follow the shipping route so who ever is watching won’t think anything is amiss until we can disable it. “Ok, can Beeves take us back to the ship now and then you can come back for the others.” “I’ll pull on top of the ship now” Ryder said. Beeves got into the driver’s seat and undocked with the ship, he the hit the auto dock button and out Pod automatically docked with “Mistress” when the doors opened, Kat and Rota were there waiting to help the girls. The girls were helped into the Medi Bay. And Beeves went back to pick the o

"He’s not a ship, Aradaa. He’s... breathing," Kaelor whispered. His fingers white-knuckled the railing of the Gaea’s observation deck, the metal groaning under his grip. Outside, the stars were gone. Swallowed. A Nebula-Beast blotted out the void, a creature made of gas and solidified light that stretched across the width of a moon. It didn't just sit there; it pulsed. The silhouette was a jagged mirror of Kaelor’s own shifter form, a celestial predator looming over the solar system. Twin supernovas served as its eyes, throbbing with a low-frequency hum that vibrated in the soles of Aradaa's feet.

The barrage had merely scratched the surface of its ancient, alien armor. The beast retaliated. It didn't use a weapon. It simply swept one of its massive, skyscraper-sized tentacles across the beach. "Incoming! Evasive maneuvers!" Jack screamed. He barely managed to engage his thrusters, throwing his heavy mech backward. But others weren't so lucky. The colossal appendage slammed into the left flank of the Shield's defensive line. Fifteen ten-ton Aegis mechs were swatted away like annoying insects, their carbon-titanium armor crumpling instantly as they were hurled miles inland into the ruined streets of Santa Monica.

Planet FXP-04, Copernicus System, Federal Outer Systems A whole fleet of ships flashed in at the beacon high above Federal eXperimental Planet number four. Two of them were heavy cargo cruisers, and their company’s logo was painted in bright colors along the side. All around them was their hired protection, frigates and fighters and corvettes and mecha. The convoy’s captain - the one inside the lead cargo cruiser - hailed the Naval ships that sat a thousand meters above them. Up there was a cruiser with a three-destroyer escort. Two wings of fighters also flew around and patrolled.

A large crowd had gathered outside to watch the spectacle of the forcefield killing and capturing the bodies of the flying energy beast who kept attacking the airship. There were other airships in the sky going back and forth, they all slowed down and showed their respect to Xasha. They knew it was him because Xasha's airship was specially designed just for him. It was extravagantly luxurious and had the tallest tower of all the other airships with his Imprint visible on its sides. When flying over the Medicine mountain, the airships kept a slower speed and a low altitude so they could capture energy beast corpses to bring homes. The Falling Stardust had ramped up production, export of magic

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.