Beast With Two Backs Novels & Stories

Being so helpless, unable to stop her by calling out to her or holding her back from leaving the safety of their home had been harrowing. Elisen had held Ira back despite her urgings otherwise, the two of them watching as Calli made her way out of their home, down the steps, and towards the edge of their backyard where the forest met with their land. There, she stopped and seemed to wait for him. And, like a spectral with the full moon shining down upon them- almost as if the moment had been rehearsed by the very Universe, the Beast King emerged and met her halfway.

The sound pierced my heightened hearing, and I winced, gripping my ears. But I crawled forward anyway, desperate to see the creature that caused so much fear among these hardened people. “What in the skies kind of wild boar is that?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The beast stood there—a monstrosity. Its body was a grotesque fusion of a bear’s bulk, an alligator’s ridged hide, and the tusks of an elephant. Muscles rippled beneath its hairy skin, and its eyes glowed with a sickly green hue.

Leave me alone! The rogues were starting to edge away, muttering to each other. They knew fear. They had heard the whispers. Whispers about the lone wolf who moved like smoke and struck like lightning. The one they called… A shiver ran through her, not of fear, but of recognition. They feared her. They whispered her other name. The name this world knew. The name she answered to here. Wolf Born Twice. The name resonated deep within her, a core truth in this twilight reality. It fit. It felt… powerful. Complete. It was the name of a survivor, a hunter, a force to be reckoned with.

The shadow moon pack is home of the Brute wolves. And Brute wolves have Black furs. Black fur, like the demon. Black fur, like… Like my paws. Oh, moon goddess, I'm in deep trouble.

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.

"It's Vee's spirit beast. She truly has divine protection..." Before she could finish, she saw the messy words written in blood on the note: [Mother, come save me quickly. They're going to skin me alive.] I saw those words as well and felt helpless. Victoria had thought that she could pit the beastmen against each other, but she had bitten off more than she could chew. It seemed her recent experience was comparable to mine from my previous life. Mother was terrified and immediately followed the spirit beast out to rescue Victoria. However, she suddenly thought of me and grabbed my hand tightly.

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.

It was indeed the fastest time range, I had shifted. I looked up, only to be met with Caspian’s dark and alluring gaze. “Grooowwwwll!!!!” something rumbled. It was then I realized, it was his beast’s rumbling and the same thing had happened to him. He was surfaced in seconds— a black creature several feet taller than mine. Huger, with a blemished and an eye sore of a face…but I saw through him. I saw through that. Our wolves hugged surprisingly, rolling over on the bed. Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room.

The beast stood at twice the height of a fully grown man and was an animoid, specifically lion-like. “What in the world is that?” Mary asked, her eyes widening in shock.

[AZTEC] "You would leave me, the woman who was beside you, for a woman who is clearly lying to you? You’re pathetic, Aztec,” Beatrice said and Aztec let out a growl. It wasn't the growl of power, but it was the growl that reminded him of his guilt.