Beastman Mystery Web Novels & Stories

He taught her how to live. She taught him how to love. *** Everyone called him a monster even the people who were close to him. But I was the only one who saw the troubled man hiding demons from his past. They called him a killing machine; he took lives without a second thought. But he saved mine, he saved me. I had no idea my savior would come in the form of a scarred face, covered in tattoos, who can't—or choose not to—speak a word to me. But I decided to take a risk. I opened the cage where his demons lived and I set them free. And then... I handed my heart to the monster to do as he pleased.

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.

Three thousand years ago came the twilight of the gods. The betrayal of the Fire God reduced all civilizations to ashes, along with order itself and the glory of the divine realm. Three thousand years later, upon the new lands created by the King of the Gods, the deities were gradually reborn. The silent and ruthless King of the Gods. The beautiful and gentle Queen of Heaven. The innocent yet cruel Fire God. The endless conflicts between gods and giants, the blessings left behind for a thousand years, the memories preserved within the Hall of Valor… To me, all of it had once been nothing more than tales recorded in ancient scrolls. Even my encounter with Loki felt like a destiny long foretold. Only after becoming engaged to him did I realize that my marriage to Odin had once been the happiest time of my life— and that Loki himself had been the one who destroyed that happiness with his own hands. Had there been no memories left by the God of Love, had the war between the two tribes never begun, I would have known clearly what I was meant to do. To remain by Loki’s side. To accompany him—from rebirth… to destruction.

She survived the end of the world then died and woke up as the fake heiress in a beastman novel, destined to die before the story even begins. Her family disowns her. Her wolf fiancé demands she kneel. Instead, Rosalind breaks his hand. Now five deadly beastmen want her… and one of them knows her secret.