A Man In A Beast World Novels & Stories

When he found him, the impostor had shifted back to his human form, looking surprised that the beast had followed him. “Damn you, James! Damn you,” he cursed, and the beast roared in defiance. He wasn’t James, he was the beast! James would be merciful and spare his life, but the beast was going to paint the forest with his blood today. He raced towards the impostor with his right fist raised, ready to give him the finishing hit. He had never felt so much pleasure and so satisfied as he felt at that moment! The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

Smugly the peacock fluffed his feathers, as he wasn't banished, and was the first to transform back to his human form. "Love, what's wrong?" The tall, middle aged nude man asked, while reaching back to tie his long green hair into a wet knot on top of his head. "Arron, that one's a girl." Arron squinted his eyes and cocked his head, assuming he didn't hear his spouse correctly, as the other two mates strode back inside in their human forms. Also both nude, nakedness what not much of an issue in the Beastworld culture for the males, especially within their own family units. After all, they didn't transform with their clothes, and constantly putting their hide skirts on and off became tiresome

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

I dared to raise my head but the fierce beast had his head tilted and glowing eyes squinted like he was trying to piece together something incomprehensible. His inspection had even freaked out Jordan as much as it had me. It all felt shady, but I was trapped between two monsters, there was no way I could stay alive if I made a run for it. I just had to place all my trust in Jordan and the honor he spoke of. "O yak Insaan ast, man Padshah!" (She is a human, My King!) The Beast jerked back from me as if that fuckwad had told him I had a contagious disease. I hope he hasn't. My pride just can't take even a Beast who just crawled out of a damp ditch being disgusted by me.

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”

“But I know you’re not the monster they make you out to be.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening. “How do you know that?” He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because I’ve seen monsters. Real ones. And you’re not one of them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, but it wasn’t frightening. It was grounding. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. “Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter. “Let’s see if you’re any good on a horse.”

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

When he said my name, I fell to my knees, knowing that I had gone insane with hunger and blood loss. “Surely I have gone mad! I am under the illusion that a beast is speaking to me! Ah, God, please take me now; I am ready!” I cried out and fell to my knees. But it is what happened next that made me swallow my words; the beast transformed, and in its place stood a tall man with long blonde hair that was so light it nearly looked white. He was as naked as the day he was born, with a body built for war and looked powerful.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.