Beastmen Novels & Stories

" Julius slumped back into his chair. Floiria was a land where only the strongest survived. Hence, many beastmen preferred living with humans, who prohibited mindless slaughter. If beastmen wanted to enter a human kingdom, they needed to register their information and obtain the authorities' approval. It wasn't an easy process. If they were sent back to Floiria, it would be almost impossible for them to return.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.

“If you’re listening to this recording, that means I’m dead. The contents of my journal contain everything you need to learn about Whitehaven, the secret state that our government agreed to keep off the map. I disagree. I say to hell with that. People need to realize there are monsters who walk among us like regular folk, but they're not. They're shifters. Those freaks are stealing our women and forcing them to mate with them, no doubt turning them into something unnatural. Something unholy. If the government is reluctant to stop these creatures, then we should take matters into our own hands. Join The Order and help to make the world a safer place for our children.” At the bottom of the art

"You have an exquisite goddess with you, and you think you can keep her all to yourself?" I felt a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, and I fought the urge to shrink away from his predatory gaze. These men were beasts, hunting for their next prey, and I was a mere lamb caught in their crosshairs.

The ground answers. One by one, my wolves transform, answering my call, charged with the raw dominance that surges from my very soul. Their howls join mine, a chorus of fury and unity. Moments later, two massive forms crash down beside me. Luke and Ron, already in beast form, snarling, ready. We circle the intruders. The young wolves stand their ground but tremble, heads lowered in reluctant submission. Fear ripples off them like heat. I push forward, growling low.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

They moved with a nimble grace that was not mortal. The Dreadfang Clan. They were the' Beasts' of the northern homes. Shifters. They did not use ordnance; they did not need them. " Who’s in charge of this s ** thole?" the lead enforcer barked. He'd a jagged scar running from his observance to his chin. Malrec stumbled out of the summerhouse room, his face blench as a distance." I — I've the plutocrat! I just need further time!"

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]