Beasts Among Men Novels & Stories

Defeating and killing were two very different concepts, and the beastmen were learning that lesson the hard way. An elite beastman could hold their own against two or even three elite human warriors, but that did not equate to an easy victory. More often than not, such confrontations would end in a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand. The beastmen's superior strength was offset by the humans' cunning and adaptability.

A inhuman and deadly growl escaped their throat as their beasts took over them and they threw the man away from their mate. A scream left the man's throat as Zachariah ripped his heart open from his chest and Vladimir cut his neck open. Blood flowed through the man's body and he didn't even got a second to think about anything before he was dead. However, the Kings were not in control. Their Beasts kept ripping the man's body in pieces. It was a horrible sight to watch. They didn't cared if the man was dead or not. The only thing which they know is he tired to force himself on their mate, touch her and make her cry.

The faint vibration humming beneath my skin. The kings' aura. Corbin led me through one of the massive archways and up a series of stone steps. The higher we climbed, the stronger the sensation became. And when I finally reached the top and looked down into the arena, my breath caught. Fenric, Rhydan, and Brammon were in the center of the coliseum. Fighting each other. All three had partially shifted into their beast forms. Fenric moved with terrifying speed, dark claws flashing whenever he struck. Rhydan's tail lashed through the air like a whip, each blow carrying enough force to crack stone. And Brammon stood like a mountain amidst the chaos, every footstep making the ground tremble.

What is he doing here? " You are not welcomed here." Damian's father said. " I don't care." He replied sharply, not bothered at all by the armed men pointing their arms at him. " I came to pick up my mate. I've given her enough space." I squirmed and freaked at the same time at his voice. I forgot how to breathe when his eyes scanned the environment, for a second, I thought he'd seen me. " That's ridiculous, Lycans and werewolves can't be mates. It's never happened." My father said.

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

These days, it just, exists. Years ago, the governments in the world forced integration. Three worlds stitched together by law: vampires, werewolves, humans. Humans at the bottom, terrified we’d drain them dry the first chance we got. They were promised safety. They were promised reassurance. As long as they didn’t mind being prey if they volunteered. Cross nods once and faces forward again. All around us, bodies grind together. Vampires feed discreetly or not so discreetly. Couples disappear into dark corners. Music drowns out morality.

"The Alpha of the North was a fool to reject such a beautiful thing. But don't worry, little girl. The **Beast of the South** has a much finer cage waiting for you." He snapped his fingers, and from the shadows, twelve massive, black wolves emerged, their eyes locked on me. Rowan tried to stand, but he collapsed, his body spent. "She is mine," Rowan growled, his voice half-human. "She belongs to the strongest, little wolf," the silver-haired man said, walking toward me. "And you... you look like you’re about to die." Rowan is too weak to fight, and a new, more dangerous "Beast" from the South has arrived to claim Kaima. The Alpha of the North rejected her, but the monsters of the wasteland a

Calix shifted as he listened, giggling at something before looking up at me. “There was a leopard, a lion, a fox, a wolf, a falcon, a coyote, a bear, a hawk and many other predators that had joined in their travels. The All Mother rejoiced among her new companions, no longer feeling alone and helped them learn to live their lives as two separate but equal beings. She explained what their Inner-Light was, how mating would work and how to heal each other if they were to ever become injured. But the four dragons were no longer happy. They were jealous of the new additions to their family, not liking how much attention they were getting from The All Mother that raised them.” Calix nodded along,

Male beastmen were divided into four distinct ranks from birth: S, A, B, and C. The higher the rank, the more noble the male was considered. Among them, C-rank beastmen were the most common, B-rank beastmen were considered valuable, and A-rank could be described as exceptionally rare. As for the S-rank, even the elderly Gideon had never witnessed one in his entire life. Females were outnumbered by males here; though they relied on the males for protection, their social status was significantly higher. A female's status depended entirely on reproduction to elevate herself.