Beastiality Stories Novels & Stories

He growled. “Ah, you're mistaken. It's the other way round, it's you who has been rambling. Let's get this over with, shall we? Your disgusting smell is making me lose brain cells.” I sighed. “Lucian, what the hell are you doing? You're making him more riled up, he might hurt the boys!” Beom whispered in my ear, panicking. “Shh. Don't be a mosquito.” Beastmen were known for their awful smell, and they always get tense and angry if someone mentions it. They sometimes kill or harm those who make fun of them. Knowing how powerful they were, people knew better to keep their thoughts.

That’s where he met his end. The madam gave her statement to the police. Said Damian and his men glamored them. But one of the women, immune to hypnosis, saw everything. She recorded it. Foller chased after the others in the pleasure house were glamored. But he fought till the end. A warrior's end. Not that her footage matters. Human laws can’t touch this. Not our world. Ours is governed by ancient laws. An untamed jungle. A code of survival, tradition, honor. And vengeance.

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

"Oh, Elara, you think you have a choice? This is Moondrift, a rare and potent aphrodisiac from one of the greatest witches. Once I inject you, you'll be nothing but a slave to your desires." Panic surged through me, and I tried to fight her off, but she was stronger. She overpowered me easily, injecting the Moondrift into my arm. Immediately, I felt a burning sensation, my senses going haywire. I lost control, my body betraying me as intense waves of desire coursed through me. Darkness swallowed me, and I faded out of consciousness.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

I paused when my fingers landed on the book I had been previously reading, the one the King had told me specifically to stay away from. Without much thought, I grabbed the book and turned to the chapter I had last stopped on, it was called soulmates to the beast. I read for what felt like hours about what the villagers thought about the beast and I found myself growing more and more afraid, the more and more I read. He had wiped out villages all around the castle in a rampage of anger, he killed thousands of people and left their bodies in the street and only stopped once the sun began to rise again and the sky became painted as red as the blood on his body.

Public domain In the 18th century, the former French province of Gévaudan was terrorised by the so-called La Bête du Gévaudan (The Beast of Gévaudan). The Beast was first spotted by a woman tending cattle in the forest near Langogne in June. Her bulls scared it off, but not long after it attacked and killed a 14-year-old girl. Over the ensuing months, sightings and attacks mounted. Those who had seen the Beast described a large wolf with unusual red fur streaked with black. And it was prolific. According to a 1980 study, there were 210 attacks in all, 113 of which were fatal.

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

They entered his room after he opened the door to his room with a nod. "Why you didn't wake me up? You knew I had that strange condition in which I collapsed whenever you performed a strenuous workout. He laughed and gave her a hug. "I like it when you pass out and then see yourself naked," he replied. When they began to explore and advance their relationship, Hannah collapsed every time they engaged in heated sex, and when they sought medical attention, it was because her sensual part exerts too much climax. And Hannah knew he was not interested in mild sex. He always chooses the more difficult option. And he did it earlier to her in order to gain time for his meeting with Rye.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.