Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

I ran from everything. I didn't know how long I had ran or how far I had gone away from the pack. I stoped to catch my breath. Nothing will be the same again. I had lost everything. I felt my eyes wet. I touched my face it was wet with tears. I didn't know how long I had sat down crying but I cried till I was weak to move my body. Suddenly I saw a shadow in front of me, before I could make out what it was or who it was, I heard a loud bang that sent a wiring signal to my brain. I raised my hand with much difficulty to touch the side of my head I felt pain. I saw blood. I saw darkness come faster to me, and with open arms, I welcomed it. There it was, I had met my end. There was nothing to li

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

The ground beneath the lead beast had begun to tremble in a manner distinct from the trembling produced by its footfalls, a vibration that came from below rather than from the impact of weight on surface, and the beast itself slowed with the confused uncertainty of something that has been moving with complete confidence and has encountered for the first time a situation in which its confidence is not immediately justified. Soldiers shouted at it to press forward and it tried, but the earth beneath its feet was no longer cooperating with forward in the way that earth cooperates with forward when it is simply ground, and the beast stumbled in the way of something very large that has misjudged

The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo." He said shakily as he put his head up to face at least the beasts legs. "Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.."

And now I felt nauseous. Dad gazed into her eyes, both trapped in the fond nostalgic memories they shared. “The only time I’ve ever let anyone off with owt,” Dad added, his eyes sparkling with adoration. My eyes flicked between Alex, Grayson, Lucas, and Mason, and a whimsical smile stretched my lips. Our story wasn’t like anything written in a romantic novel. Nothing quite as epic. More like a graphic porno that could be found in the fetish section of Lynn’s sex shop, titled ‘Ravished by the Beasts’ or something along those lines.

“It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her." “Brat, you say?" Crystals exploded. Her pulse was racing. She stood up hastily, stepping over towards Xander with her chin up. Removing the distance between them to just a few inches. "Oh, brat, huh.” Crystal smiled sarcastically. “Then you are a goddamn pedophile who stiffens just by seeing a brat in underwear. How was that? I am fantastic, right? You have never seen a brat as sexy as Crystal Leonidas!” Xander's laughter was in the air. “You are too delusional."

It tore through the walls and spilled into the night, echoing across the mountains beyond Blackreach before rolling over the snow-covered peaks. My heart lurched. A second howl followed. The full moon had risen. And Fenric's beast was awake. I bolted to the bed, pressing my back against the headboard, curling in on myself as the howls grew louder. I thought about hiding under the bed again. Just like last time. I had already pushed myself off the mattress, ready to crawl beneath it, when the door burst open so suddenly that I yelped. For one horrifying second, every terrible possibility flashed through my mind.

Gideon tore into shadows like they’d insulted him. The beast retreated one step—slow, deliberate. Its eyes locked on me. I felt the pull again. Deep. Hungry. The stone answered, surging brighter. I pushed more. The light thickened. The beast staggered. Cracks spread across its body. Then the ground shook again. Harder. The rift pulsed—violent, final. Black light poured out in thick waves. The beast roared—triumphant. And something new stirred in the dark. A second shape pushed through the rift—bigger, darker, edges too wrong to name.

At times, it would come immediately. Other times, she remained in darkness. She didn’t understand the anatomy of the eyes or the brain behind them. Were neurons firing, alluding to sight that wasn’t there? Was her pituitary gland acting up and the light was only chemical? Was this what yogis described during meditation? Or was her sight flickering slowly back to life? Nate groaned, rolling from his back to his side and reaching for her, so she stilled. She didn’t want to wake him or get his take on the phenomenon. If this weren’t good news, she needed to believe it truly was