Beastility Novels & Stories

It convulsed. The Hell-beast. It moved on four limbs, each step landing with a force that reverberated through the ground in dull, hammering blows. Its body was massive and low, built not for speed but for impact, for breaking whatever dared stand before it through sheer, unrelenting dominance. Its hide was layered in jagged plates more akin to obsidian than flesh, each segment overlapping in uneven ridges that shifted as it moved, the seams glowing faintly where internal heat bled through in thin, molten lines pulsing with some deeper, infernal rhythm. The thing looked forged, not born, as if the pits of Hell had once tried to make a battering ram and, by some blasphemous miracle, taught it

The Null Beasts hit Manhattan like cannonballs fired from between dimensions. They were horrifying. Each one was roughly the size of a city bus, but their shapes refused to commit to anything specific. They flickered between forms: massive insectoid monstrosities one second, writhing masses of geometric fractals the next, their bodies composed of a substance that Jack's root access identified as "unrendered reality," matter that hadn't been assigned physical properties by the Source Code. The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal.

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.

Only the Beast King Cities maintained a steady flame, but the Elk Tribe, where she now lived in the Southern Region, did not. Yet in her hands lay a slab of raw meat, and the hunger gnawing at her grew louder with each passing second. Clar had already started organizing what she remembered from the book she had read before her transmigration. The Beast Domain was divided into four great regions—South, North, East, and West—each ruled by a Beast King City. Between them lay the Dark Forest, home to ferocious beasts. Male beastmen could only strengthen themselves by absorbing crystal cores. These crystals awakened their abilities, but awakening came at a cost. Without the soothing presence of a

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

"My cousin Mira wrote to me about... about him." The way she says 'him' makes my skin prickle. "Alpha Stone?" She nods. "She says... Alora, are you sure you want to hear this?" "I need to know what I'm walking into." My voice comes out stronger than I feel. "Please." Sarah perches on the edge of my stripped bed. "They call him the Beast for a reason. Not just because of his size or strength, but..." She swallows hard. "He can scent emotions. Fear, desire, lies – especially lies. They say he punishes deception more harshly than any other offense."

They thought that the power and authority withheld would suffice, but they would need more. They needed a cure that would withstand their inner beast. The strength that they had right now wasn’t a blessing but a curse – for they might… no, they would hurt even the ones that they loved and cared about… without them knowing. Just like what happened to Levi’s parents, and even to his parents… And to the rest of their clan. It was taboo for them to talk about their curse, but when they reached their twenties – their inner beast started to resurface. He and Levi had been experiencing it for five years now, but since he found his mate, his inner beast has become more aggressive in taking over him.

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

“If she dies from the pain, good for her. She's a weak woman who doesn't even deserve to live if I'm being honest, Aegon.” “I don't think this is the right thing to do.” “Isn't it?” Caius asked. “Perhaps you should give her some time to rest. Let her get herself before you continue. I understand you're angry at her guts, but you should consider her at the same time. You're the Alpha of this pack, and whatever you do is good, but maybe this one isn't exactly a good one.” “Right.” The Beast nodded. “Remember, my lord. A tear can expand. You tell the world you're one wicked man, but I know you're not. Just let her heal for now.”

“This is a One-Horned Beast with a huge size and strong combat power. Its overall evaluation is three stars, which is similar to the Eight-Jawed Beast from earlier. However, this beast has a special characteristic. Once it gets angry, it’ll turn red all over and enter a berserk state. At that time, the beast will be very difficult to deal with, and its destructive power will be very strong! We need to be careful.” Ludo recognized the beast at a glance and told the others in a low voice. This One-Horned Beast could be found in the database of the Heavenly Court. This beast was normally very docile and did not like to attack, but once agitated, it would rampage. Clatter! With a slight movement