Beastars Voss Novels & Stories

Bushy brows, bald, large nose, a protruding belly, and not such a good looking face, but at least he managed to be tall. To me, not the perfect match for Ciara, but since she said she was happy, who was I to complain? “Greetings, Luna,” he bowed. “Greetings, Alpha Killian. Welcome to Silver Wolves Pack,” I reciprocated. Ciara smiled as we neared the chairs, but we had to part ways as everyone had to sit with their partners. George and Irikah were also present there, and unfortunately, I had to sit close to the lady who loved a mask.

“They’re circling.” A thunderous growl tore through the stillness. From the shadows, it emerged, an elite magic beast, hulking and grotesque. Its chitin glistened with black magic, and its horns curved like blades. Eyes glowing crimson locked directly on Aaron. "Move-!" Victor shouted. The beast lunged. But Aaron hadn’t frozen, he’d already sidestepped, blade raised. Yet Victor was faster. In a flash of metal and instinct, Victor leapt between them, driving his sword directly into the beast’s open jaws.

Darrion commented, hugging his bag and looking at Jai. Jai stared back at him. “Clearly. They’re just kids. I don’t think I can stay calm if I see giant chickens running havoc and hurting my friends.” Darrion chuckled. “Orange Beak bird beasts,” he seemingly corrected. “But yeah, they DO look like giant chickens. Just, too big. And too puffy. Even Ostrobo’s appearance makes much more sense.” “Ostrobo?” Jai asked. “Ah they’re like, giant chickens too. But they have longer feet, round beak, and can run fast,” Darrion said.

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

Norm suddenly remembered the message his scouts had sent when he went to find Chase earlier. "Looking at these corpses, they seem to be from an alien beastman race, the same species as the residents of the Great Wilderness Nation but from different branches," Barry and Eason exchanged words before Eason finally explained. "Beastman race?" Chase asked with confusion. "Yes, and there are also a small number of those from the Zago race mixed in. They're a race with bodies similar to insects. This race has some connection with our Sky Demon race," Eason said after considering his words.

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

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.

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.

He used his sheer bulk to pin the thrashing beast against the remains of the wooden pyre. ​Elara ran. ​She moved unlike a human. Every stride took power from the twins. Her feet barely touched the blood-soaked snow. She felt the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy. She saw the opening. Kaelen had pinned Vance’s massive shoulders to the ground. His teeth remained buried in the monster’s shoulder to hold him still. The beast beneath him bucked and roared. It was a sound of absolute agony. ​Vance’s chest lay exposed. In the center, a pulsing, violet core was visible through the torn skin. It looked like a rotting fruit made of dark stars.

Lines carved themselves into the surface, forming a circular arena. My devourer stirred, alert but confused. “Today,” Voss said, turning her gaze to me. “We test restraint.” My pulse slowed. That word never meant what she pretended it did. “Zara,” she said, smiling slightly. “You will not consume.” The mirrors flickered. There are no reflections now, but scenes. Faces. Wolves. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Harvested. Frozen in moments of terror, rage, surrender. My breath caught. “You feel them, don’t you?” Voss asked softly.