Beast Wirt Novels & Stories

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened. "C'o on it lunch time" Beast smirked at me settling me unto his lap. His erection were pressed against me making feel uncomfortable, I try to move away from it causing it to stir more, I froze stilling my movement at once. Beast feed me the food first then the fruits,forcing the grapes into my mouth, I moan and suck on his fingers trying to get more of the juice. Whatever he had injected in me was no doubt working as I fought for more grapes,whining and sucking of the left juices on his fingers.

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. ***

“Brother? Um, did I just find myself in some sixth season of a weird teen drama show? I don’t remember you having a-” Beau’s face shined with growing amusement as he placed a surprisingly calloused hand on his chest. “Beau Watson. Figured nobody would remember it after five years, but what are you gonna do? I also go by a fan favorite – ‘Arson Watson.’ I bet you recall that.”

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

She was a god in weapon making. Ariel ran to the side of the beast and Elijah ran for the front and together they aimed for his neck. They threw out 5 darts rapidly, 3 caught the beast's throat and 2 caught his shoulder. The beast cried out and shook, spraying blood everywhere. He pulled the darts away but blood kept gushing out. The beast rored again in pain, his strength was running out. He tried to get at Ariel but his body swayed and down he went. Dead.

he whispered, Sniffia gasped, about saying what happened to Vanilla, one the Expats went to his front, “Hey. What are you planning? To escape again?!” he joked, others around him giggled, then he leaned forward and placed his face nearer to Node cage with a scowl, “If you know what is good for you sit tight and watch the six strongest Beasts among us fighting against the ice bears.” Beasts?! I'm actually right about them being a Beast. Node thought as he slowly sweat under the cold weather. The Expat narrowed his eyes staring at Node face while he sweat.

“The old Acorn Master's spirit beast is also with these betrayers of the Acorn Valley?!” “Ahh-haha-haha!” laughed the beast in question, a second time. “Old Acorn Master just passed away, and as such, I am no longer indebted to the Beast Hall! Since no expert has been able to raise my tier as a savage beast, isn't any other opportunity one finds to be cherished dearly?” Kira shook her head in incomprehension. “Any other opportunity? What are you talking about?” The Steel-winged Vulture screwed its eyes and said to Kira, “You of all people know I'm a 3-star savage beast who just made a breakthrough two months ago into Half-spirit realm.”