Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

Once again I was surprised. The wound is now gone only the stains of blood remain. "What the h*ck Fiona? How is that possible?" I asked Fiona with my jaw almost dropping on the floor because it was too shocking. It's like I was dreaming today, because of these series of unbelievable events. "I think you already know that some of the citizens living here in Hallow City are not human right?" She asks while smiling. "So you mean you were a werewolf too like them?" I answered with curiosity.

Out in the heart of darkness he disposed of her body by the side for the death cart to collect during their nightly ventures and took the shortest path into the outskirts of the town, bypassing alleyways ridden with figures huddled in corners, peering out at him idly from malnourished skulls. The warm rain hit the sidewalk and steamed back up, forming little eddies of mist around Gerfast’s ankles. He felt the babe shift within his jacket, its little arms flailing and its mouth turning reflexively in search of a nipple. Steam boats hoot and trudge past through the black river all alight like little cities adrift.

But there were two categories that possess a great variety, these were the Beastmen and the Ferals, also known as Beast People; Although both were relatively similar, they have notable differences. Beastmen are anthropomorphic animals, or in other words they are animals with characteristics similar to a humanoid, that is, they walk using their hind legs, they can grab things with their front legs, they have a relatively humanoid body structure and they also have the ability to speak. They are relatively wild, aggressive, and uncivilized; in terms of their physical abilities, most, if not all, are markedly superior to the average human.

The beast let out a low growl, its hips thrusting upwards as it pinned me against the nearest wall, its cock driving deep inside me. "Fuck," I moaned, my body trembling as the beast began to pound into me, its thrusts hard and relentless, its cock filling me completely with each powerful stroke. The beast's eyes locked onto mine, its gaze intense and hungry. "I'm going to make you scream," it growled, its voice low and dangerous as it began to move faster, its hips thrusting with a newfound urgency. I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation as I felt the beast's cock throb inside me, ready to give me exactly what I craved.

Wherever the tiny pieces landed they turned the deck to smoke as the scorched embers passed through the planks as though they were not there at all. Upon seeing the demise of their leader, the other dark-beasts scattered in terror. Beatrice’s eyes followed them and whenever her stare fell upon one of them, the bodies of these creatures would obliterate, their remains dispersed across the ship, searing wood and melting fibreglass and plastic, with small crackles and pops. Beatrice closed her eyes, and everyone below looked on with amazement as an intense, inner glow turned her exposed skin translucent, and the air around them changed with a hideous ripping sound.

A beasted (inflected form of beast) like creature tip-toed, getting closer and closer to him by every step. As the lights came on, the sound of tension rose, thus, the figure was revealed. Nothing more was it, than the worst John had to see yet. Having no face, perhaps, its figure was disturbing. It suddenly stood to the straight standing figure of a normal man and its belly instantly got torn. Drools of saliva dripped down from its belly which got torn slowly by sharp piercing objects. No blood present rather, just a sticky liquid dripping… The sound of tension rose higher as the belly suddenly got torn. The beasted creature still stood still. John's face was caught as the light was firm in

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

The doors slid shut. And somewhere deep inside her, beneath fear and shame and the weight of the unborn child, something old stirred. Not hope. Memory. Where she was being abused, forced and tortured. Her childhood spent between men and scandalous women. Men bidding prize of them and they sold to those men like some toy for a night. The fear of her child's future was back. How would she save her baby from the monsters around her. The elevator descended without a sound.

He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her skin like hell. Dolores screamed and cried, her body burned, the pain was excruciating, the man whipped her without mercy until her whole body was covered with welts and burns. "You fucking bitch, I will not let you get away with this. I will show you how the Beast handles fucking bitches like you. I will kill you, you filthy cunt," he shouted, his hands reaching out, grabbing her throat, squeezing her throat, choking her, making her gasp for air.