Beastman Novels & Stories

gained the ability to speak. I didn't take it to heart. The reason they couldn't transform or speak was simply insufficient power. As long as they had enough energy and training, transformation wouldn't be difficult. During this time, I took them hunting and taught them techniques. They became much stronger than before. Beastmen who could survive with defective bodies were hardly ordinary creatures. True to form, what they lacked in one area, they made up for in another. Although Soren couldn't see from one eye, he had exceptionally keen hearing. And although Adrian temporarily couldn't fly, he had incredibly sharp claws.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

Could it be that they were also working with the rogues? “Stay close to me, Beom.” I said. This beastman was either so fast that we couldn't see him, or he had the invisibility power. I closed my eyes, focusing my senses, then I felt it. He was a fast runner, he was using great speed that we couldn't see him. “When you are done running beastman, show yourself. Meanwhile, you should get some bath if you survive here, you stink a lot.” I uttered and the beastman came to a halt, revealing himself.

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that sp

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the

The priestess of the Beast Clan, who was less than 20 years old, looked even holier and more beautiful in the robe which was as white as snow. Masters of the Beast Clan gathered around the altar. One of them was a tall and sturdy young beastman with thick hair and beard. He was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a faint scar from between his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. The scar was extremely shallow. Not only did it not affect his appearance, but it also added a bit of fierceness and wild beauty to him. The young beastman's long hair looked like burning fire. He was

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

We need to figure out a way to test our theories, but so far, we haven't found one. My rib pops, which is Beast's way of telling me to back off and stop overanalyzing. I let go of my human side again and give Beast the lead. It's time to kill hellhounds. Beast goes for the largest of the five. Bending low, he strikes at the hip socket in a quick flash before moving out of range. He knows to avoid teeth and claws, and quickly spits out chunks of gristle. The monster spins around facing us and attacks. Beast jumps over him, landing a few feet away and leaving enough space to dive forward and grab another bite of rotted flesh. When Beast moves out of the charging path of the monster, we're hit