Beastman Apocalypse Web Novels & Stories

Long before Lycans and witches, the Belladonnas walked the earth. They were the source of every supernatural bloodline. Now, their story is just a whisper buried in old myths. Until the world shatters. Monsters tear the sky open. Creatures lose all control. Kingdoms collapse. The desperate fight for scraps, carving out brutal new factions wherever they can. In the middle of the chaos, Septa, a weakling, dies at the bottom of the food chain after being betrayed by those she once called family. But fate doesn't leave her buried. She wakes up in the past, memories of the world's end burning in her mind and a power in her veins she's never known before. This time, Septa plans her own survival. She hoards resources, builds her own faction, and trusts no one. Word spreads: kingdoms eye her with suspicion, conquerors see only an enemy. Men with power want her at their side. Rivals want her gone. And in the growing shadows, people whisper that maybe, just maybe, the Belladonna bloodline is not as dead as everyone thought. The end of the world didn't just unleash monsters. It woke the last Belladonna.

Camile died betrayed by her fiancé and her best friend, the two people she trusted most. But fate gave her a second chance in a world ruled by monsters, where survival was the only way to live. With a mysterious system promising her food, shelter, and power, Camile is determined to become strong and never depend on anyone again. Then she reunites with Lucien, the man she once loved, who is now a powerful commander. But the system has one warning: DO NOT FALL IN LOVE. Can Camile survive the apocalypse without losing her heart again, or will love become the deadliest threat of all?

I wrote a heroine who drowned. Now I'm the one drowning in her body. I'm Nora Brooks, a bestselling author. I killed my heroine in chapter 87, and forty thousand readers wanted me dead for it. Then I died saving a stray dog and woke up inside my own book as the girl I drowned. Now I'm Nora Wells, the "blank" everyone mocks. My stepmother sold my mother's pearls. My stepsister is waiting to take my beast, my name and my place on the Ark. And in ninety days, the Flood will swallow the world. I know every twist, because I wrote them. That's the only thing I have. So I'm changing the ending. I pick the weakest beast in the Temple, a half-dead peacock chick called Pip, that everyone laughs at. I make the people who wronged Nora pay, one humiliating reversal at a time. And with Pip, I'll build a shelter, stock food and clean water, and prepare for a disaster that kills almost everyone I wrote. But the plot is changing without me. The Flood is coming faster. The villains keep doing things I never wrote. And a woman in the dark water seems to be holding my pen. Pip isn't just a beast. He's hiding a power that can survive the end of the world, and a curse that I may be the only one who can break. Ninety days. One peacock. One author who knows how it all ends, except for the part that matters. They chose the dragon. I chose the weakest beast.

On campus, Karl is untouchable. The Golden Boy of the campus.Swim team captain. Record breaker. No one notices the benchwarmer—the quiet swimmer who never competes, the one always left behind after practice. Until one night, he returns to the locker room and see’s something he was never meant to see. Karl isn’t human. Caught between fear and fascination, the benchwarmer is pulled into a secret that could destroy both of them.As strange incidents begin to plague the campus and Karl’s control starts to slip, survival becomes a game of silence, trust, and dangerous attraction. Because some monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear gold medals—and smile in the daylight.

The Red Mist was never supposed to reach the cities. When a weaponized genetic pathogen is unleashed, the world splits in two: the Elite Tier sealed inside concrete sanctuaries, and everyone else left outside to mutate into something that belongs in the deep ocean. Valerie Kane is a field medic with one fatal advantage. Her blood is the only sequence that can stabilize the virus. Her family sees it as a bargaining chip. They throw her to the infected to buy their own survival. She is pulled from the chaos by Commander Garrison Vance, the hard, territorial head of security, and the man whose heart she broke six months earlier for a political alliance she never wanted. The old government collapses. The city burns. And when Garrison is exposed to the pathogen, Valerie does the only thing she can. She drives an experimental stabilizer into his bloodstream and locks his mind inside a body that is no longer fully human. Gray-scaled. Stronger. Dangerous. Still him. Trapped together on a crumbling maritime fortress surrounded by a boiling red ocean, they are hunted by Valerie’s sister Cynthia, who has become something far worse than either of them. To survive, Valerie must take a high-stakes seat inside the Southern Fleet Command and force a vaccine into existence. Garrison holds the harbor gates with lethal precision. Bound by a dark, possessive chemistry and a shared refusal to die, they understand the truth too late. The old world is finished. The only territory left is the one they guard together.