Beastars Novels & Stories

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

“That… that can be a chance because most of the powers don’t work on mate.” That was it. Beast walked out of the hotel room that they had booked in the human world near the pack. He wanted to be alone. He loved being alone. * After a while, he was sleeping on the tree, looking at the Moon, who was ‘Moon Goddess for werewolves and Mother Selene for vampires.’ On the other side, Liara was also looking at Moon. The same thought was going on in their mind. ‘WHY?’ ‘Why did you mess up pairing my life with my enemy?’

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Third Person's POV Atticus and Harris walk into the backyard and are immediately greeted by the loud joyful sound of children playing throughout the backyard. There's a large bounce house where half of the kids are playing, and the other half are taking turns riding on the large bear. The children giggle as they chase behind the bear that's larger than an Alpha wolf. Beast is incredibly large and scary, but he carefully moves through the backyard with the children closely tagging along beside him. He's anything but scary to the children. He's the gentle giant as Mark calls his mate.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

The room erupted into a chorus of concerned whispers. Niklaus's next words sent a collective gasp through the room. "Beast is an extraordinary vessel, but we must ensure he reaches his full potential. We've decided to take him to David's home planet, Xanthea, the birthplace of the Sirens, for critical upgrades." The announcement sparked a mix of emotions: worry etched on some faces, while others shone with excitement. The prospect of venturing into uncharted territory, taking their beloved Beast to a world far more advanced than their own, filled the air with a sense of awe and anticipation. The room buzzed with hushed conversations.

Dead because Viktor Russo wanted to eliminate everyone who knew too much about his dealings. "Fall back to defensive positions," I ordered. "Protect the east wing. We're going underground." "Copy that. But Boss, they're going to breach the main entrance any minute now." "Then make them regret it." I switched channels. "All units, this is Moretti. Code Black. Full engagement authorized. No prisoners." Code Black meant total war. Every weapon, every defensive measure, everything we had. The mansion would become a killbox. Another volley of bullets shredded what was left of the windows. One round hit inches from Aria's head, and I felt her flinch beneath me.

"Feel the pain! Feel me! Don't look at the code!" Kaelor’s weight was a mountain, pinning Aradaa to the cold, shattered floor. The salt of Kaelor’s tears mixed with the blood on Aradaa’s face. He was the Beast, and he was the only thing keeping the God of Code from floating away into the void.

Their bodies were unnaturally bloated, their fur completely peeled away to reveal raw, black skin running with purple runic veins, their eyes glowing with the exact pitch-black void that had consumed Eldrick in the transport vault. The completed war-beasts. "You brought an Alpha," Vespera whispered, her milky eyes flashing with cruel triumph. "I brought four." Before Eldrick could surge forward, the heavy iron doors at the top of the arena tiers slammed shut, iron bars dropping into place across every exit. The dark, pitch-black voids of the four war-beasts' eyes snapped toward Eldrick and me, and with a unified, deafening roar that shattered the glass chandeliers above, the cages collapsed,