Beastars Voss Novels & Stories

Phobos cries out my name in warning he is against this and he shall fight the one who is anticipating my call. "Pojď. Pojď ke mně, mé zvíře." I scream out and Phobos crumples to his knees upon the soil grunting in agony clutching onto his head for the inner war has begun between man and beast to my call. I swallow nervously keeping my calm despite the worry I feel seeing my male undergo physical suffering because of me. (Come. Come to me, my beast) I witness my male battle the beast with everything he has within him, a struggle between glowing gold and striking ocean blues take part within his globes. Phobos holds equal power and strength, he will not permit the beast to surge forward. He re

He was no match for the beast which was coming and he knew that. “A Sacred Beast and a Pseudo Phenom!” Mane mumbled. He could feel the haste behind Ivor’s movements. This sneaky man was actually seeking for a place to hide! Soon a large golden lion with beautiful yellow wings landed before Waska. Its eyes were filled with rage when it gazed at Ivor, and the man felt his blood grow cold. “That’s a Heavenly Nether Beast!” he realised quickly. Without any hesitation Ivor tossed Mane far away. He was quick to realise that the beast was here for Mane and made the wisest decision of abandoning the boy.

"You…you need to unleash the beast, boss, the killing machine I admire, and get us out of this mess." Her words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. The beast, it was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an excuse to break free, and I had always kept him in these days because of the love of my life. I clenched my fists into tight balls, and then I remembered Vincenzo. The little shit was still chained up in one of the offices, like a helpless little hostage. My stepmother’s goons probably hadn't found him yet, we could use him as a shield, a bargaining chip.

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.

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.

Jacob informed me. His update caused a furrow to crease my brow. "Didn't the Beast Kingdom give up following their humiliating defeat?" I pondered internally. "Do they truly have the audacity to return after suffering such a defeat?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Indeed, their numbers are limited, usually less than twenty of those from the Beast race. Assisted by General Solan, handling them has become rather straightforward," Jacob mentioned casually, his relaxed demeanor indicating his recent involvement in the morning's patrol.

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,

“Who said I need to relax? I don’t need to relax. I’m perfectly relaxed already.” Chloe arched a brow, chewing slowly. I exhaled, shoulders slumping, and looked down at the field. “Okay. Maybe I’m a little tense,” I said. Below, they were just finishing setting up for the combat challenge. A large circular pit had been roped off in the middle of the field, with various practice weapons lined up on the side. The bleachers were full today. All three schools had come out to witness the star attraction for the week; Damon Voss, combat, against a Silverclaw shifter who Ronan referred to rather lovingly as “The Beast”.

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.