Beastars Sheep Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

"Yes, similar to the piggery of mankind." "But what if there were weresheep? just like how there are werewolves? And they can shift into human form with horns. Their goddess is a shepherd. There might be a war between weresheep and werewolves." "Seriously?" My trivial thought earned me a laugh from her. "Are you bored enough to come up with that? And it sounds 'worship'!" she commented. I shared the laughter with her and the following silence left her smiling whilst watching the embers in the sky.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

And without planning it, without even thinking… My beast shoved forward. He pressed his snout beneath her hips, nose pushing between her thighs in a crude, instinctual sweep of scent. She shrieked. Pain exploded across my face as the wooden spoon cracked down hard against my nose. For one suspended, terrible second, the entire cabin went silent. “Kill her,” my beast snarled. “Do not touch her,” I roared back internally. “She struck us.” “She didn’t know what you were doing, you brute.” “She hit us for sniffing what smells like paradise. She deserves punishment.”

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Moreover, the Demonic Beasts living here must be familiar with fire-attributed treasures like this Firebird Core Feather. Wooo!!! In between the large trees, a gigantic jet-black bull with both horns curled up came out. He stared at the five people in front of him with his red eyes. This bull surprised everyone. “This method works, but are we calling the right Demonic Beast?” Yao Shan said while staring at the black bull intently. “I-it's a Level 5 Demonic Beast, Black Demonic Bull” Feng Ying stammered.

EPISODE 49 — DISGUSTING BEAST “That’s just pure laziness,” I said. “If you really wanted to rise in rank as a female beast, then you should’ve followed the example of the male omegas. They survive by feeding on human corpses to grow stronger.” The words had barely left my mouth when she snapped again. “You think it’s that easy?!” she yelled, her voice cracking with frustration. “It’s incredibly hard to find a human corpse!”