Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The beast was furious as it couldn't attack her with its claw,so it opened it's mouth wide to attack again. There was a small flashing yellow light coming from far ,which made the sight of the beast more distinguishable..There were long canines ..sharper than knives...Hairy face like a bear..but she knew it wasn't a bear..it looked more like..a wolf..but not an ordinary wolf... This one was gigantic .. "Oh my God what the fuck is that? Oh my ..Hellllllllppppppp! Hellllllllllllp me anybodyyyyyyyyyy! "

Rivers of cum poured out of me, soaking the furs beneath. I tried to crawl away on trembling arms, gasping, my body limp and oversensitive. But the Beast mounted me again from behind before I could move more than a few inches. His massive cock speared back into my cum-filled pussy in one smooth thrust. This time he fucked me harder — ten times faster — brutal, animalistic strokes that made my breasts swing wildly and my screams turn into broken whimpers. His tail slammed back into my ass without mercy. The relentless double pounding pushed me into a continuous haze of orgasms. I squirted around him again and again until the furs were drenched.

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.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

"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.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

I quickly pulled on it a few times as my breathing picked up. I was scared for my life and in my head, I began making all types of scenarios. What if it was Pit or one of his two friends who dressed up in a beast costume to freak me out!. No, the built was too large to be a human. Perhaps some crazy man who was purely lonely saw me and decided to abduct me!. Using some made fucked up face-off technology costume. It didn't make sense but I couldn't just accept that an animal had the knowledge to chain me. Either way, I was suppose to find a way out of the chains.