Beastility Novels & Stories

’ Non-consummation. Well. Great. Why on earth was she hesitating? ‘So, what’s your objection to the zoo?’ he pressed. ‘Nothing, I suppose. It’s just that it sounds too much like something an every-other-weekend parent would do.’ Then, because she’d been abrupt, and because Matty was right, Toby needed a masculine presence in his life, ‘You mustn’t feel you have to take him out to see him. You’re welcome to come here any time.’

But I’ve seen enough blood to know—guns don’t make you untouchable. A jammed barrel. A second too slow. One bad angle in the dark. That’s all it takes. No, it’s not just the gun. It’s how fast you move when shit hits the fan. How hard you hit when your back’s to the wall. Strength. Agility. Instinct. That’s what keeps a man breathing in my world—not just the iron in his hands, but the fire in his gut. A slow smirk tugs at my mouth as I take one last glance at my reflection.

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.

"You…" Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy. Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had. He couldn't understand my parents. Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

His claws trembled at my throat, caught between killing and clinging. And then, with a sound like glass shattering, Zara’s last thread anchored into his spine. Her body went limp, crumpling into the mud, but it was enough. Maxim reeled back, the Beast howling in defiance. His roar wasn’t human. It wasn’t Hollow. It was something in between, split down the center, fractured but still holding. But when his gaze caught mine again, I knew which side still lived. The Beast didn’t know my name—but Maxim did.

(Reqkin Rivgog) It was rather awkward when he provided a reason like that, the interpretation of Beastmen is not actually meaning Demi-Human. Although it was basically the same, but a Beastmen, is what the Demi-Human called those that did not have an ounce of humane like appearance on them. For example, instead of having a human like features, the Demi-Human that have a full animal appearance is called Beastmen, and there a factions inside the Demi-Human that called that such form is the true beauty and the origin of their true appearance the pure linage of sort.

The hands that were holding weapons started trembling. There was a famous rumor among the hunters that several beasts were in some sense very similar to humans. Just as humans gain Saturation points from Killing the beasts, beasts too gain Saturation points from killing humans. There are times when the fear of death would trigger a phenomenal amount of strength in humans in times of crisis. Similarly, beasts too could trigger this instantaneous boost when they find themselves cornered. "Fuck!! What a shitty luck!!" Archie were the first one to realize, "It's about to turn berserk…"

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

Adrian's expression was as hard as stone, filled with murderous intent as he clashed wildly with the beast. Boom! A powerful punch sent the beast flying. Despite its immense size and strength, Adrian's physical power was superior. The beast was mighty, but its lack of intelligence made its attacks predictable. Adrian quickly realized the beast’s weakness was its head, and he focused all his strikes there. Under Adrian’s relentless barrage, the beast staggered back, struggling to maintain balance. As Adrian pressed the attack, his energy surged violently, and he stayed on high alert. He knew one wrong move could lead to injury, and the ominous void around him suggested more dangers could emer