Beastmen Novels & Stories

I slowed, unable to help myself. Images of beastmen through the ages covered every surface, massive lions standing beside humans, wolf-like shapeshifters, hawk beastmen soaring over battlefields. Pride. Unity. Power. “These are your ancestors?” I asked softly. Xaden nodded. “All beastmen. Before the kingdoms divided us.” He kept walking. Then he stopped. In front of a final mural. This one was different. It was the Tiger King. I stiffened. “That’s—” “Yes.” Xaden stepped closer, his voice low. “Him.”

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Before long, several men emerged from the trucks, their figures becoming clearer beneath the harsh glow of the headlights. The moment I saw them, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. They looked remarkably similar to Harrison. Their clothes were filthy, stained with dirt and what appeared to be dried blood. Their faces were rough and weathered, their eyes bloodshot, and their bodies covered in scars that spoke of violent encounters and lives spent surviving in brutal conditions. There was something unsettling about their appearance, something that made my instincts recoil even before my mind could fully comprehend what I was seeing. Then, the realization struck me, they

Beauty yelled angrily to her beast. Pashika was breathing heavily, closing and opening her eyes. Then she gave all the Kashyap men a wicked sly grin. They understood the hidden meaning behind her grin. "It is time for punishment!!", Beauty said, flashing a toothy grin at the BEASTS. Arjun, Shaurya, Arthit, Aarya, Arin, and Ariv all drank their Saliva.

The Beast Eternal Obsession The musicians struck a deep, rhythmic tempo on the drums, the primal beat echoing through the clearing and vibrating straight through the dirt beneath their feet. Leonhart moved first. He didn't dance with the rigid formality of the high courts; his steps were fluid, powerful, and predatory, circling me like a wolf marking its territory. His bare, sweat-slick chest caught the golden glare of the bonfire, his muscles flexing with every shift of his weight. Every move he made was designed to keep me pinned beneath his intense, unyielding gaze.my heart hammered against my ribs, but as the drums grew louder, the heavy gold energy of the mating bond pulsed beneath my s

He deserves to be happy and after I win this fight I'm going to devote the rest of my life to making him happy. Soliaire looks at home on Alice's couch, I suppose the color does go with his dark demeanor. While he looks relaxed and calm on the couch, Sarrtina, Achilles and the other two men I believe to be Zacharie and Hasiah, look like their are ready for a fight.

“It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area. ‘A thousand beast’ is the way beings outside the Beast kingdom do gauge each and everyone’s potential or know how strong they are in respect to Beasts elevated population. And to my idea, i

I saw Benjamin’s jaw dropped in dread. When I finally turned around to look at the visitors, he screamed out desperately in fright. Two strong men crawled towards us with callous faces, baleful light of blue springing up in their squints. They were werewolves. Before I was able to struggle or shriek for help like Benjamin, one of them dashed over and grabbed my throat. As his finger tightened, I could hardly breathe or move. My lumps was vacuumed with oxygen and my mind started blurring in suffocation.

The Beast Kings are the one who are merciless. They the one who are the rulers of the supernatural world. They are the one who are Savage Beasts. They are the one who are Heartless monsters. They are the one who killed thousands and thousands of people. They are the one who causes fear in people with just the mention of them. They are the one who doesn't have enemies because no one dares to oppose them. They are the one who have strength combined of all the supernatural species.

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?