Beasts Among Men Novels & Stories

That person said respectfully, "It's just pure chaos inside right now. A lot of the beasts are starting to fight back. The more intelligent ones are leading the less intelligent ones and frantically killing humans. For the sake of the blood beads, they're really going all out!" It was not just Rudy, but Fane was surprised to hear that, too. The beasts working together to fight the warriors? It was something Fane never thought was possible. The fact that so many people were running out meant that something had happened inside. They thought it was a battle among warriors, which was expected, but it turned out to be a skirmish between humans and beasts. What were blood beads? Fane had never hea

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

We hoped that one day we would be free. Adding to these hopes, what had made us warriors of the history, was another hope, wish, desire and a strong urge; to finish this plague, these creatures and also the very source of this all. However, the only staunch supporter for this hope was me. The source was the 2nd thing which we all feared and despised. They were known as The Beasts. Simple yet a powerful name that completely portrays the type of people they were. Yes! People. Like us. Simple human beings but ones with minds like demons.

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.

She stood at the center of the hunters’ encampment, surrounded by shadowy figures, her heart pounding as her transformation inched closer to completion. The hunters had prepared well for this moment. Silver chains bound her wrists, sapping her strength, while intricate runes glowed faintly around the perimeter, designed to weaken werewolves and disrupt their abilities. The red moon overhead amplified their magic, casting long shadows that seemed alive. Jake stood nearby, his hybrid form fully revealed under the moon’s light. His monstrous figure looked even more grotesque now—his wolf-like features stretched unnaturally, his claws glinting like daggers in the crimson glow.

"They're all dead? Haaa...!" A man who saw the black lump in his hand explode sighed helplessly. He didn't expect his men's plan to fail completely, but he wasn't too disappointed because he knew it was almost impossible to defeat them. Especially now that the four sacred beasts had likely recovered from their battle wounds, visible in the dark sky above. It made the man long for the past, but it seemed that the past he wanted was not as achievable as he had imagined.

Perhaps if I had done that instead of running, I wouldn't have been forced into this position. I had heard horror stories of women who had been chosen as breeders. None of which I wanted to be a part of. To be chosen as one's soulmate was a different story. It was one of love and compassion. But as the beast stared down at me, I felt sick. This was not going to be a storybook romance. Not with someone who murdered so freely and tore women from their homes and their potential to find their true mates. I watched with horror as he lifted his other claw, and flicked his fingers toward his men. In an instant, they swarmed the women on their knees, searching for their mate or trying to find one th

The Beast King had made an agreement with the humans—every so often, they'd send a group of beastmen, each with different skills, for the humans to choose from as servants. In my last life, I had carefully picked a tiger beastman. But when my brother threw me into the Beast Den, that tiger didn't even try to save me. He just stood by and watched me die, all because I was a half-beast born of a beast and a human, a disgrace in his eyes.

The human side of me or rather the nonhuman side is fighting with the hungry demon which lives inside of me. While I'm trying my best to see Daniel as one of my peers, Aurora won't remove the image of him helplessly clinging on to me with my teeth sunk deep in his neck in my head. As disgusting as that might sound to anyone else including me on a normal day, it's exciting a whole lot of my other side. I don't know how long I can hold myself back. "Excuse me." I tear my gaze away from Daniel at the sound of Amelia's voice. She's with her sisters and their presence seems to silence Kevin and his boys.

"Please, don't close your eyes. Mama is right here. Please..." Through heavy, lidded eyes, I saw my father in his monstrous form-a gigantic beast with fur dark as night, his body dripping with blood. He charged at the woman, grabbing her with claws that could rip through stone. She fought back with startling ferocity, her strength defying reason. She struck him, sending his hulking form stumbling, but he rose again, relentless.