Beastmen Novels & Stories

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

The Beast King had made an agreement with the humans—every so often, they'd send a group of beastmen, each with different skills, for the humans to choose from as servants. In my last life, I had carefully picked a tiger beastman. But when my brother threw me into the Beast Den, that tiger didn't even try to save me. He just stood by and watched me die, all because I was a half-beast born of a beast and a human, a disgrace in his eyes.

They looked so determined it was almost impossible to tell that these very wolves despised the luna they were going after. But that didn't matter to Gemma because her best friend would be coming back. "Alpha, I see five men at the gates and three guarding the watchtower,” Rodrigo said as he counted the men they were about to face, and Aztec looked up to see what his beta had said. He just nodded at his warriors, who didn't waste any time in engaging the Miraculo warriors and taking them out. The Marshall warriors were using their silver-coated bullets on the Miraculo warriors. Granted, the Miraculo warriors may have expected an ambush, but nothing would ever hurt like going against the Marsh

With a small sigh, he drew back from the large balcony, then swiftly removed the unbuttoned coat he had been wearing. He mostly wore that. Black unbuttoned coats that gave a tantalizing view of his toned abs, and his beautiful broad chest, and the beginnings of a manly waist. Now, he was just completely shirtless, his dark blonde hair falling to the tips of his shoulders. He pulled it up to a bun, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Brother," a voice came, and he turned to the new comer. His Beta and younger brother, Kane Atlantis was standing by the door, his hands clasped respectfully in front of him. Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary w

I closed my mouth when I realized I was drooling. "I don't like speech so I will say what I have to say. This is the motherfucking Alpha of betwood pack of the werewolf community and we are all here to witness the death of this sinful being. He thought he could play with one of our own and get away with it". He said lazily as if it were a normal thing for him to say.

Clearing his throat and fixing his imaginary necktie, he explained things to his friend. “Beastmen are a race of warriors, and though we have been forced into unity because of the very real threat of the Undead, we still have fractured relationships here and there. Unfortunately, any infighting would weaken the clans, and the Undead would undoubtedly use this chance to wipe us out. After all, the fact that they are asleep doesn’t mean they are dead, and a slumbering lion is much more dangerous than one that is wide awake.”

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.