Beastly Stories Novels & Stories

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Alpha Caius wouldn’t be pleased, their reactions said it all. There was silence for the rest of the ride to the pack. Soon, the Blood Howl Pack territory came into view and I was stunned. The landscape extended as far as my eyes could see, dotted with beautiful buildings. There was no doubt, this pack was the largest and richest pack in all of North America.

“Yeah, right.” I let out a sharp, shaky chuckle, the sound echoing weirdly in the small room. “That’s a myth. A bedtime story parents tell their pups to make them behave. ‘Sleep or the Beast Men will come get you.’” Kiran only watched me with that unnervingly calm expression, his golden eyes glinting like he found my denial amusing. “The land of Beast Men doesn’t exist,” I said again, firmer this time, though the words felt hollow the moment they left my lips.

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.

According to the story, male beasts would typically remain at level three unless they broke through to level four, after which they could continue progressing to become powerful figures in the tribe, or even across the beast world. A few days later, Clar sent the two beast husbands into the Dark Forest. When they returned to the tribe, they were battered and bruised, blood covering their bodies. The villainess paid no attention to their injuries and instead snatched the Beast King’s meat from their hands and devoured it greedily. The heroine, Ava, the most beautiful female fox in the tribe, saw this and immediately went to fetch the tribe’s healer to treat their wounds. Ava had always loved

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

My voice is pleading with him to believe me. Despite their less than pleasant exchange of words only seconds earlier, I see that Alice is stroking my father's back, no doubt a way of comforting him. "Then why don't I believe you?" He asks whilest looking down. Well now I'm really speechless. It's not like I can tell him I have a demon living inside of me and that the lover of that same demon wanted to kill my boyfriend. If I tell him that he will think I'm crazy and send me to a mental hospital and I'm not going there again.

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

The fabric of this dress felt thick, but it was still soft and comfortable when I wore it. Arthur only woke up for lunch; after that, he went back to sleep. I don't have anything else to do after cooking food for him, so I just read the magazines and newspapers from Arthur's closet while eating the waffles he had bought for me. Everything in these magazines and newspapers seems like a collection of fictional stories in news form, but I enjoy it. I also got to know several types of Xenobeasts that often cause chaos at the base. Basically, there are three types that often appear. Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-met