Beastmen Novels & Stories

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.

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

Beast waved his hand in the air with an evil smirk pulled up at his lips. “ They are waiting for an attack from us! ” The Hellion gave him the information he had acquired from his people. “ We are not going to attack them now! Not until William Adams brings the real Jack Blackwell out of his hideout. ” Beast sneered hatefully, clenching the pen tightly in his hand with his knuckles turning white. His blood used to boil whenever he mentioned those two people and now he had a tiny version of William Adams roaming around him all the time which was pushing him off the edge.

Bane I quickly tore apart the rogue who had the effrontery to enter my pack with no permission of any sort. My beast stared at the dis-figured parts in contentment. He derived pleasure in doing just this. After a while, he went inside. This made my human wolf side come back out. Thomas and Samantha were just behind me. They didn’t do anything because they knew my beast was strong enough to even take 50 men down. That was one of the advantages of that side. The rests were just nonsense curses by the Moon Goddess.

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo

"Aurora, Amber, only one of you can be sent to serve the Beast King." The moment I heard that line, I knew I had come back to life. I was right back on the day the human race lost, and my sister Amber Whitaker was to be handed over to the Beast King, Theron Olson. In our previous life, the beastfolk crushed our armies, took our cities, and turned the survivors into property. Amber, the crown princess, was born beautiful and handed over to Theron as his concubine.

Sealing the chest closed Gerfast tied a knot on the string and leaned down to secure the extra length between his incisors, a delicate shiver winding down his spine as the cold dead flesh brushed the tip of his nose, and cut it. “Pardon?” “Tell them sons of bitches I don’t need no help, if I needed one I’d of bought a slave.” “None sent me, I jus’ come on my own.” The boy shuffled on his feet at the first rumble of thunder in the distance: a sound so deep Gerfast felt it reverberate from the foundation and up his arthritic limbs. Both swivelled to watch the darkness bleed across the face of the city like some heliotropic plague that eclipsed the sun and threatened to plunge the world in a co

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.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***