Beasts Among Men Novels & Stories

The different races may have found themselves at odds from time to time, but in this moment of desperation they all stood united. "My wife is pregnant! You bastards couldn't even allow her through!" A Beast man cried out his claws ripping clean through a knight's armor. As the man instinctively cried out while covering the gaping wound, the beast man seized this opportunity pouncing on him digging his thumbs deep into the man's eye sockets, his claw scrambling the knight's brain.

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.

Kael stopped too, turning to face her fully. “In my world,” he said quietly, “something usually is.” The honesty in his tone unsettled her more than any warning could have. Before she could respond, the forest ahead opened into a wide clearing. And Elara forgot how to breathe. The Beast Pack’s territory wasn’t a cluster of simple cabins like Moonridge. Massive wooden lodges stood among the trees, built from thick timber and stone, their structures blending into the landscape instead of trying to control it. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves moved everywhere some in human form, others shifting between shapes as they worked, trained, or guarded the perimeter.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

“But you can have… safety. Protection. And, if you let yourself, guidance.” Gunner’s hand hovered near mine, hesitant, as if he feared I might vanish if he reached too close. “We’re not monsters,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “We’re just… men who can’t survive without you now. And I don’t care how strange this is or how unnatural it feels. You’re ours, and we’ll make sure you survive this, no matter what it takes.”

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.

“Remember, she’s off limits, Tommy. According to our code.” The quavering voice belonged to none other than Alpha Joseph. Did I hear a tinge of regret? “Mated females cannot be preyed upon. How tedious,” the man who’d raped me more than once said. “But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be forced to watch. What do you say, Dante? Are you disappointed to be deprived of your prize, or has she suddenly lost her appeal?” “I don’t like whores.” The sentence came out like it was rehearsed and he didn’t really believe that. Should I react? I decided not to give any of them the satisfaction.

I found a tattered web-strap chaise lounge, positioned it in the shade, and fell onto it. The comic book was called “They Come Out at Night,” and its cover featured some kind of one-eyed bat-like creature swooping down on a scantily-clad woman. I dove in, reading the story about the monster called Popobawa that had been captured in Africa and shipped to the United States. The ship was wrecked in a storm off the coast of North Carolina, smashing the crate that held the beast. It flew to shore and terrorized a small town. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, only to have the story end on a cliffhanger. There must be more of these in the attic. The thought of going up there to find the next

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

As we walked to perform what we had recently rehearsed, I felt my heart pound rapidly. Suddenly, the premonition of what happened, flashed violently into my head. The killings of 300 people in total. I knew it was indeed survival of the fittest. I looked around, with my chin held up high in pride. Good thing we weren’t given any rules in this round of dance for the beast. Cause I had plans of my own. I needed a change. “I have to attract the beast at all costs,” -------