A Man In A Beasts World Novels & Stories

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

- He was also quite curious about what news made his friend, who hates money so much, so interested. "This is insider news. Please don't tell! If not, all of them will die." - He carefully warned you to make you more. "It's clear, I promise, with a bunch of bananas!" - He smiled and replied. "Listen, well, I'm only going to say it once. The thing is, I've heard there are beastmen in the world. Is it terrible?" - He said secretly. "What? Are you saying beastman half animal?" - He thought you heard him wrong, so you asked again.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

I didn't want to scare our breeder for the sake of Hunter who had strong feelings for her. "I would like to see you try and take her away from me beast. You should be feeling lucky that you still have your neck intact!" He spat. I had no time to talk back and forth. I was a Tasmanian devil and what we did best was attack our prey. I wasted no time in shifting without holding back and growled loudly in warning. "Hera run." The man screamed then charged at me. The humans never learnt their lessons in years and the old fool proved it.

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Slumping, showing his naked bottom part to everyone. She was too stunned, too terrified to move. Even breathing was a hard task. The beast looked at her, crouching to touch her, but she scooted a few inches, shaking and her face that lost its color was the evidence that the beast terrified her. Standing six feet and nine, probably seven feet in height. Big, bulky with a wide chest that sported a long scar. A bzou, she just encountered the legendary bzou. The beast growled lowly and looked away. That was the moment she realized that the beast was not alone, three or five more beasts showed up, hovering in the bushes, and one that went to the dead man.

They ready all the equipment they've got. My eyes tidied across the upcoming beasts attacking the gate without halting. As my eyes cast downward, I saw the man riding on the beast's back, looking straight into my eyes. From afar, I could imagine the corner of his lips lifted into a mischievous smirk like he was floating in glee upon seeing the people in my side, struggling to keep up in this bloody fight he ignited. He was the wielder of the monster beast called Baku, the man whom we encountered the last time and ambushed us roughly. And this time, he was facing us- craving and waiting for his glory to win.