Beastmen Novels & Stories

The door was closed, but I could hear voices clearly from inside. “The humans in the Westlands are burning our fields and refusing to pay taxes,” a beast said. His voice was worried. “They won’t pay the tribute of grain. We need to send a full legion to crush the rebellion and make an example of them quickly.” Kael answered in a cold, slow voice that demanded attention. “No, not yet. We can’t risk losing more of our fighters over a common human fight. We’ll just send a warning to the tax collectors, we need to save our strength for real enemies.”

He growled. “Ah, you're mistaken. It's the other way round, it's you who has been rambling. Let's get this over with, shall we? Your disgusting smell is making me lose brain cells.” I sighed. “Lucian, what the hell are you doing? You're making him more riled up, he might hurt the boys!” Beom whispered in my ear, panicking. “Shh. Don't be a mosquito.” Beastmen were known for their awful smell, and they always get tense and angry if someone mentions it. They sometimes kill or harm those who make fun of them. Knowing how powerful they were, people knew better to keep their thoughts.

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

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.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

In the world of Beastmen, where women were very rare, of course, receiving an invitation from a woman made them proud and very happy. In the World of Beastmen, single men were prohibited from entering a house with a woman in it. Of course, the three young bachelors were very happy when Anindira innocently asked them to take shelter inside. But because they were also familiar with Anindira's strange nature, they didn't feel that Anindira understood what she was doing. As mature, they are also quite understanding and not easily carried away by the atmosphere. They could sense it to being able to understand whether a woman likes th

I said. Beastmen came in two kinds. Some could live independently, as humans do. Others were companion-type, entirely reliant on human care while offering emotional support in return. You could apply through an agency, get approved, pay a hefty fee, and be matched with a suitable companion. Because the cost was so high, private transactions were common. However, the quality of beastmen varied widely. Malcolm was a perfect example. He was sharp-tongued, foul-tempered, and impossible to handle.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Beltran bowed his head in respect of their father, the elder of the pack. “This conversation is useless, I won’t let Byron stay in the south until he admits that he did something wrong to me. You can’t change my mind no matter what happened, I am the chief of this pack and I have the right to kick him out.” Bea said as finalization. Alpha Gregor did not say anything nor complaint, Bea walk outside of the dining hall. I just followed her quietly and I didn’t know what I should do now. Like me, will she believe me immediately or will she get angry without my explanation?

"You won't even let us look." I ignored him and carried the box into the test room. A young beastman soldier sat strapped in the chair, a volunteer from the berserk ward. His reading glowed red above his head. [Rage value: 63%.] I gave him three spoonfuls of the cod. Then I sat down and waited. Ten minutes later, the number blinked. [Rage value: 51%.] My hands started shaking. "It worked," I whispered. "It actually worked." The test room door burst open.