Beastman Novels & Stories

I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

I asked them. “Hey, pussy,” the burly man muttered again. I gasped in pain when he grabbed my hand, his fingers sinking into my skin. “Keep breathing those punchable names and I’ll have you on your knees with my balls deep in your tight hole—” “Wheeler, that’s Beast.” The guy with an ink on the arm said. The man named Wheeler halted, his hand loosening but did not let go. “What did you say?” “Beast. She wants Beast.”

He gently placed me on top of a nest made from dried leaves and grass, covered with a big wooly pelt. I can finally see his figure clearly. He has shoulder-length, layered jet-black hair with a highlight of red underneath. His sharp black eyes with a reddish orange lining are giving him a reserved yet ferocious vibe, while his pale skin reminded me of Lindie and Askook. The Snake Beastman race has three forms: a passive form that was humanlike despite the scales on random parts of their body, a passive-aggressive form that was a half-human, half-snake hybrid, and finally their aggressive form, which was their beast form.

Before they are able to speak,the mysterious man speak out"I know the reason for being here , you want my help in the battle that can cause the destruction of your kingdom" "How did you know our reason for being in this forest? Are you the beast we are looking for?" The warlords asked fearfully since their weapons had no effect on him. "I am going to answer one question," he asked . "Yes, I am the beast ",he said raising his fingers as they elongated into long sharp claws,the warlords and the knights gasped and retreated in fear. "Please we need your help and assistance to win this war"all the warlords and the knights pleaded.

What's more, beastmen grew faster than normal humans before ultimately stopping growing old once they reached a certain age. They would stay at their peak until the day they died. That's why beast-kin were also called warbeast in the past. Setsuna, hearing this question, clenched her teeth before saying, "I want to become strong. I want to become so strong that I will be able to crush my uncle. But, but, I don't know how. He is a blessed." From what Setsuna knew, blessed people were simply too different. It wasn't just a question of talent.

When he found him, the impostor had shifted back to his human form, looking surprised that the beast had followed him. “Damn you, James! Damn you,” he cursed, and the beast roared in defiance. He wasn’t James, he was the beast! James would be merciful and spare his life, but the beast was going to paint the forest with his blood today. He raced towards the impostor with his right fist raised, ready to give him the finishing hit. He had never felt so much pleasure and so satisfied as he felt at that moment! The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast.

I stared at the spot where the giant beast lay, and its position was a man bent on his knees. He had the palest of skins, like a corpse and long silvery hair, just like the beasts. The man began moving, he stood from the floor and stretched out. I let out a gasp, I couldn't believe the man that stood before me was the same beast that prowled the forest. His hair fell to his shoulders and shone in the faint moonlight. The only thing that reassured me that this was the same beast was his aura and the wicked glint in his eyes. Fear rooted me to the ground. This was what it meant to be face to face with death. I struggled to move back, and in doing so, I stumbled on a rock.

He descended towards the ground in stealth mode. Lucian huffed with annoyance as Raymond got up from the ground healing faster with his supernatural strength. His anger only increased two-fold for being manhandled by Lucian. Deciding to end the fight, Lucian concentrated on his beast, feeling the familiar warmth spread over his body as his beast surfaced, fur sprouting from underneath his human skin. His muscles and bones expanded as they rearranged on their own accord. Audible gasps could be heard as he finished his shift and stood tall at twelve foot, accessing the threat with no interest. Raymond’s beast trembled at the sight of Lucian’s beast. Not even Antonio was this big.

They ready all the equipment they've got. My eyes tidied across the upcoming beasts attacking the gate without halting. As my eyes cast downward, I saw the man riding on the beast's back, looking straight into my eyes. From afar, I could imagine the corner of his lips lifted into a mischievous smirk like he was floating in glee upon seeing the people in my side, struggling to keep up in this bloody fight he ignited. He was the wielder of the monster beast called Baku, the man whom we encountered the last time and ambushed us roughly. And this time, he was facing us- craving and waiting for his glory to win.

Instead, he was so full of himself and his face had all manifestations of the bitterness written all over it. “I don’t have any plans to spare you. You’re just gonna breakdown over here now. I have no intention to free you and no intention to hear your wishes. Just rot here,” he said as he tightened the ropes around my body with the pillar. I was already tired of begging with him. From this moment on I realized that he wasn’t human. He was a beast in the name of a human. He was just an animal who was disguised as a human. “You’re animal. You’re such a beast,” I screamed before he tucked a cloth into my mouth.