Beast With Two Backs Novels & Stories

“That beast above you.” Arth raised his head. “What’s he talking ab—” His lips slowly parted in shock, seeing an enormous beast with a bulked-up body. No doubt, it was a bergora, a mixed breed of a polar bear and white gorilla. It stood on the high branches of the tall trees, its dark, brown eyes fierce enough to make Arth’s heart jump. Arth yelled a curse, swiftly stepping backward as the beast suddenly jumped from the branches. The ground shook as the beast landed, strong wind blasting hard.

Both let out a sigh of relief after they got the tag around the beast's tail which they had used their entire energy to hold the beast down while Heiytu snatched the tag. The beast was the size of a dog but it was fast and had six limbs with two hindlegs enabling it to walk. It was cute in Leqaria's eyes with its head that looked like a mouse and long ears. It wasn’t vicious in nature but easily frightened. And when it was frightened it would run or jump at a speed that was hard for them to capture.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

Carved with ancient symbols split wolf crowns, eclipses, 3 eyed monsters. She reached a high balcony overlooking a huge hall below sarah looked over the edge and froze in horror. In the middle of the hall was a big pool of bubbling dark silver liquid around it, dozens of silver masked people knelt in a circle, praying. At the far end, on a throne made of black volcanic glass, sat the Beast. He was huge almost 8 feet tall. Black iron armor that seemed to eat the light, his face was hidden by swirling black darkness, with only 2 crimson-silver eyes glowing.

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

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!

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”