Adui

Chosen by a Beast. Forged by rage.

In a world where monsters wear human skin, a fox fell from the stars, and a killer rose from the ruins.

"They said it was an accident, I say it is unfinished business!"- Damian Light

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On his wedding day, they killed his soon-to-be wife.

He watched a drunken Interstellar Beast Master and his Beast rip apart those he knew as if they were paper.

But the next day, everything was covered up. 

They were told that it was all an accident.

No matter what he did, he was told again and again that it was just an accident. An accident with casualties that occurred while a heroic Beast Master was saving people in the line of duty and there were just a few casualties.

But he was there, he saw the glee of the drunken Beast Master as he and its creature rampaged! 

But in Vael’nir, a world where Interstellar Beast Masters were considered Guardians who protected the masses from Entropic Beasts and Vagrant Beast Masters, getting any justice or revenge for his wife and her family was going to be an impossibility.

What could he, a weak human do against the terrifying Interstellar Beast Masters- some who were so powerful that they participated in wars in space and could travel to neighboring Colony Planets with their bodies alone?

He only had his rage and anger as he memorized the face of the Interstellar Beast Master that destroyed everything he held.

He was powerless to do anything until one day…a light fell from the skies and hit him, and he found a small six-tailed fox curled around his body when he woke up.

A Beast.

A Beast unlike any others he had ever heard of before.

And just maybe…a possibility for revenge!

He lost everything- now he’s the one to fear!


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#Dark Fantasy, #Sci-fi, #Ruthless, #Beast Taming, #Cybernetic Humans…and more

Interstellar Beast Master

Serena stood frozen, her eyes locked on Damian as he stepped through the Rift- calm, powerful, as if the apocalyptic chaos hadn't touched him at all.

And all she could think was: she'd almost jumped in after him.

Into that roiling vortex of death and madness. Like someone who had forgotten the weight of her unfinished vengeance. Forgotten that there was still a Guardian who needed to pay.

Because it damn well better not be because she felt like it was the right thing to do. That it was a good thing to do.

She turned to look at Guardian Sludgeborn and his yellow visors.

All that was left behind were those out for themselves and their own interests.

Her gaze turned back toward Damian.

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