Beast Stories Novels & Stories

"Fine, but fight me first." Crystal's eyes could not get any wider. "You have to beat me too!" Xavier exclaimed with an increasingly hostile look. "We will make three games. If you can beat me and Dad, then we can be a little sure you can take care of our Princess. Even if you are my friend, I will not back down. Leonidas does not accept losers, whoever he is. And that is a fixed price." "You guys are crazy! How could you ask Aiden to beat you two?!" shouted Crystal, clearly disapproved.

I started and fiddled with my fingers. "What is it?" "He said the wolf inside him wanted me and that's why he took me." Liam smiled. "I can't decipher my brother for you but if he says the beast wanted you then he might be right. There are stories about wolves taking women and men." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, sometimes we'd get these special calls about missing men and women, and most of the times when we would investigate the person was taken by a supernatural." "But why?" I asked.

“Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.” “I think that’s enough tall tales for one afternoon,” I say before George can fill Cassandra with more stories that might or might not be true. “Sorry, boys, but my new boss is a real hard-ass,” Cassandra tells them and then whispers loudly enough for me to hear, “If I can sneak back over here later, I want to hear all about that hip thing.” “You got it,” George tells her with a wink. “I think you’ve got a fan club,” I say when we walk to the front of the gym.

Its muscular body was both intimidating and alluring, and I found myself unable to look away. The beast took a step closer, its golden eyes never leaving mine. "What are you doing out here, little one?" it asked, its voice deep and rumbling, like distant thunder. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I-I heard stories about you," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "And I wanted to see if they were true." The beast chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "And what do you think now that you've seen me?" it asked, taking another step closer.

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.

"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.

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

Those stories of wars were just myths to them, unless someone brought you in, like Cassandra. Just when I’m ready to give up, I find a story from around twenty years ago about a teenager saving a woman from a monstrous beast.

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tears welled up in my eyes as I sought for possible escape before time. If he refused to let Lucius have control, I would need an escape plan. I had heard enough horror stories about what the inner beasts did to women when they got carried away while having control of the human body. The same, I had heard stories about them forcing half shift during the mating act, if not shifting fully, and that was the last thing I wanted to experience. Unlike humans, the beasts never bothered to be careful, to be gentle and try to ensure the female didn’t get hurt. I couldn’t claim that was the case in our situation, but that still didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified of the possibility.