Beastmen Novels & Stories

Marcus, Damian, and Kieran would likely face tremendous difficulty trying to subdue the beastmen of the Clearspring tribe again. After all, how could we, struggling to survive outside, compare to the pampered beastmen in their tribe? Lydia had to be starting to discover that being a saintess wasn't as wonderful as she'd thought. The Beast God only gave her reproductive ability, but didn't give the saintess a strong body. For Lydia, that sort of thing brought only pain. Racial reproduction was a top priority in the eyes of beastmen. I wondered if Lydia could withstand such torment. In a little whil

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

He dislikes inconveniences. “The Beastmen,” the man in purple cloak replied, “they are becoming wary of the humans that are in the area. I sense that they know something about it.” “The beastmen,” the Master growled, “They have elected themselves as the guardians of the forest. We cannot have them going against us. We need to get them out of the way.” “I have just the perfect plan to eliminate both the humans and the beastmen,” the man in Purpled replied excitedly and then snickered.

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. Wi

"I have very little strength left, Alistair. What you're seeing now — this shape, this voice — it's costing me the last of what I am. I won't be able to do this again. So hear me, both of you, because I will not get another chance to say it." "Say it, then." My voice cracked despite myself. "The kingdom that sent you here—" Her eyes found mine again, and something in them made my stomach drop before she'd even finished the sentence. "—is not sending an army because they fear the beast. They're sending an army because they fear what happens if the beast becomes a man again. A monster in a tower is contained. A prince with his power restored, and nothing left to lose, is not."

This came as a surprise to both villagers and pirates alike. One side was wondering if they had to face the attack of yet another group while the other wondering who decided to stir up trouble in their business. As the smoke cleared, a group of players appeared before the eyes of both groups already fighting in the village. These players mainly consisted of persons sporting animalistic features, each sporting a guild emblem with the character of "Beast" on display for all to see. If Kirou was present, he would have probably identified these players as members of the , a large guild whose distinctive characteristic is that all of its members are either full-blood beast race pla