Beastars Sheep Novels & Stories

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

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.

"You have an exquisite goddess with you, and you think you can keep her all to yourself?" I felt a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, and I fought the urge to shrink away from his predatory gaze. These men were beasts, hunting for their next prey, and I was a mere lamb caught in their crosshairs.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

Walking up to her mate she brushes against him then nuzzles her snout into his neck. Mathias takes his place by Lamia’s side; his beast is humongous and bigger than Lamia’s wolf. His fur glistens under the afternoon light giving his fur an effect of gold. Finnegan’s white beast stands next to him, just as imposing and his fur shines with silver tones. I think how glad I am to have these two bear shifters on our side. Just one of them alone is enough to make your spirit animal cower under their powerful aura. But the two of them together, side by side… Is a sight to behold.

He leaned to her ear, his breath caressing her neck, sending unholy tingles down her spine. "Do you know... I read somewhere that...wolves are older than humans?" "What?" She asked with a chuckle, bewildered that he wanted to do a quick fact riddle right now rather than literally anything else. "If you were a wolf... you would be twenty-two right now." She laughed. "That would be perfect." He laughed. "So let's assume I am a wolf and... between us is not much of an age gap. Or at least, that you have been legal for four years. "

Vincent instantly trusted his tongue, devouring her mouth mercilessly. His inner beast took control. He wanted to rip her apart. Her tears kept on falling, embracing her cheeks, and he kept on wiping them while caressing her cheek. After a while of satisfying his beast, he broke the passionate kiss, breathing heavily, but his heavy breathing didn't stop him from attacking her delicious neck. She held his biceps as he kept on devouring her against her will. She gasped out when he started to suck her neck harshly. "I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!"

Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room. “W-what’s happening?” I let out asking. “Both creatures intend to handle the pain…” he choked out, sadly. “…and, toss it away.” The rest was blurry afterwards. What I did notice, was Caspian’s beast taking my wolf in animal form. Pouncing, pummelling and probing my female area. While my wolf howled, with me on a surprisingly edge. The Queen-sized bed broke, from the amount of energy, splattering into pieces.