Beastiality Stories Novels & Stories

He closely examines me. “You’re creeping me out.” I commented. “Oh sorry… you’re just interesting to me.” “I get it okay? But that’s not the reason why I asked you to be here.” Casey and Bella cocked their heads. “I need answers about what happened to my parents. They were murdered in cold blood by six beings.” Bella steps forward. “What did they look like?” Bella asks.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

She knew of the common practices and taboos of the Beastworld, and there was one that she was reminded of at this moment: A Beastman shall not procreate with a human. It looked to be a simple rule, but it wasn’t so simple. The intricacies for the enactment of this rule did not matter to Kylie; all that mattered was that it was forbidden. Beastmen who chose humans were abandoned by their clans, forgotten, and thrown by the wayside. That was only in the best-case scenario. Usually, the results were much worse. No clan wanted to be known as the clan that accepted a human, so normally, those who were brave enough to copulate with humans were killed! How then could she be human?

No healer has ever been able to tell why. And then, one night, they came for Mama. They broke down our door, and Arlo dragged me to the cellar where the herbs and spices were kept, hoping their strong scent would hide me. I didn’t see what happened. I only heard Mama and Papa fighting back. By dawn, Arlo and I were orphans. Mama’s stories were true after all. They take women—daughters, sisters, wives, mothers—any human female they believe can still bear children. Their own are barren, their bloodlines dying.

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo

Then, with a cold smile at the three cowering figures in the corner, I gathered my belongings and the ruined doll, took Felix's hand, and walked away. As we left, I still caught their voices comforting Celie, "It's fine. Once the floods come, that ungrateful wretch won't even have a place to hide. Either she drowns miserably, or she'll crawl back to beg us. As long as you stay close to Gideon, she won't be smug for long. Just wait and see!" They truly believed that the giant shark was salvation in the apocalypse. Absurd. No matter how humanlike a beastman's form, the wildness of their nature remained. In my past life, they only saw me waiting at home while Gideon brought back fish—never noti

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.

tears welled up in my eyes as I sought for possible escape before time. If he refused to let Lucius have control, I would need an escape plan. I had heard enough horror stories about what the inner beasts did to women when they got carried away while having control of the human body. The same, I had heard stories about them forcing half shift during the mating act, if not shifting fully, and that was the last thing I wanted to experience. Unlike humans, the beasts never bothered to be careful, to be gentle and try to ensure the female didn’t get hurt. I couldn’t claim that was the case in our situation, but that still didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified of the possibility.

Perhaps if I had done that instead of running, I wouldn't have been forced into this position. I had heard horror stories of women who had been chosen as breeders. None of which I wanted to be a part of. To be chosen as one's soulmate was a different story. It was one of love and compassion. But as the beast stared down at me, I felt sick. This was not going to be a storybook romance. Not with someone who murdered so freely and tore women from their homes and their potential to find their true mates. I watched with horror as he lifted his other claw, and flicked his fingers toward his men. In an instant, they swarmed the women on their knees, searching for their mate or trying to find one th

Shawna asked as she threw another blade at one of Doc’s men. “He calls himself Leviathan.” Trixie said. Tavie and Shawna frowned. “Like from the bible? Who the hell would name their child that? Damn, his momma didn’t like his ass from birth. Do you know how ugly you had to be as a baby for your momma to give you a name like that? But that’s still not telling us what kind of creature he is.” Shawna said looking at Trixie. “I did tell you what kind of creature he is, that’s Leviathan from the bible and he told me that I belonged to him. So, as you can see we need to get the hell out of here before he kills everyone.” Trixie said, as Shawna and Tavie’s eyes grew wide as they both looked back at