Adler Beastars Novels & Stories

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Ojas one of the warrior wolf added, looking almost worried. “All you have to do was keep an eye on her!” Zayden growled, his eyes glowing furiously. He grabbed Akshat by his collars and snarled again. “Don’t show your fucking face until you find her. Go!” he pushed the man away, watching him as he staggered on his feet and bumped against one of the empty tables. “Yes, yes, Alpha,” steadying himself, he bowed his head and rushed out of the bar. “Is there a backdoor?” Zayden asked; fingers curled into a ball, knuckles turning white.

The decision had already been made. Alpha Caius was a ruthless, unforgiving man that was feared across the south and beyond. His name alone was enough to turn the blood of warriors to ice. He was more than a leader, he was a force of destruction, a walking death sentence. His pack, the Blood Howl Crest, was forged in the fires of war and its members were born to fight and trained to kill. Alpha Caius was a wolf written in blood. Towering. Scarred. Merciless. He led every war himself, cutting through enemies like a blade through flesh.

Across from me, Lars’s champion entered through the opposite gate. The man was massive, easily six and a half feet tall, with shoulders like boulders and arms thick as tree trunks. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, in the red corner, the Beast of the North, Kristoff!” The crowd erupted In cheers. “And in the blue corner,” the announcer’s tone shifted to a mocking one, “the so-called Alpha of Northern Europe, Arthur of the Moonrise Pack!”

But he couldn't speak around the shame choking him. "Sena, please," Thane begged. "Don't watch this. Go back upstairs." But she didn't move. She just stared at Kael, and through their bond he felt her confusion. Her growing horror. "Begin," Klaus said. Two Alphas shifted into their wolf forms. Massive beasts with claws like daggers and fangs that could tear through steel. They circled him slowly, and Kael forced himself to stay still. He deserved this. He deserved worse. The first strike came without warning.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

His chest still rose and fell from the game, his jersey tugged tight across muscles hockey shouldn’t legally be allowed to build. His eyes cut to the bully trio, cold as the ice behind him. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and lethal, “and you’ll regret ever being born.” Jessica’s smirk collapsed instantly. Mara swallowed hard. Ally stepped back like he was a wild animal. Funny. Henry had called him a monster minutes ago. Now I was seeing exactly what that meant. Then, as if on cue, the girls snapped out of their fear and flipped instantly into fangirl mode.

An Alpha held the beast by the tail, flinging it across the room, but that didn't stop the beast, it sprang back up. “Get back!” Charles roared, his fangs growing longer and sharper as he began to shift. More Alphas joined the fight but the beast was fast. It dodged attacks with ease, its claws swiping through the air, striking down any who came too close. It was stronger than any normal creature. It was a hunter, no wonder the moon goddess gives us devil Alphas, they are the only people capable of killing this type of beast. After much fighting, and one last, agonizing howl, the beast finally retreated.

He put her down, a puzzled expression on his face as he furrowed his brows. “Beast?” He asked in disbelief, raising a brow. “Yes, that's what you are. A cold-hearted, blood sucking, rich and handsome beast!” Althea retorted, not thinking her words through before she actually said it out loud. Adam stifled a laugh at her response. “How can one be a beast and still be handsome?” He said, titling his head to the side as a small smile graced his lips. Althea gave her words a thought and face slapped herself in embarrassment.