Beasts Among Men Novels & Stories

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.

Bella asks. That’s when I went into full detail on what they were. One of them was a man who wore a big hat with a white and blue robe, no pupils in his eyes, and looked to be in his late forties. There was also a woman with six arms, blue skin, red lips and eyeliner. She looked to be Indian or Persian. Another one had a dog head with golden Egyptian style clothing. Another man had a deer skull on his head, red eyes, leafy undergarments, and a brown tunic. Another man had an eye patch, golden armor, a spear with a diamond point, jewels of different colors and a gray beard. The last man had white hair, a white beard, a golden and white tunic, brown laced shoes, and no pupils in his eyes. “Dam

I was here to challenge that belief. "Bundy was so egoistic that his pride was hurt by strong women," he chuckled, his dark eyes meeting mine. I shouldn't have been sitting there, let alone feeling any sort of attraction towards the man who made my high school years a nightmare. But here I was, stirring in a third packet of sugar into my espresso, trying to sweeten the bitterness of the conversation. "Yet, there's an old proverb, isn't there? Men live in fear of women's laughter, while women are haunted by the threat of men's violence," I retorted, struggling to maintain an air of nonchalance.

Only the Beast King Cities maintained a steady flame, but the Elk Tribe, where she now lived in the Southern Region, did not. Yet in her hands lay a slab of raw meat, and the hunger gnawing at her grew louder with each passing second. Clar had already started organizing what she remembered from the book she had read before her transmigration. The Beast Domain was divided into four great regions—South, North, East, and West—each ruled by a Beast King City. Between them lay the Dark Forest, home to ferocious beasts. Male beastmen could only strengthen themselves by absorbing crystal cores. These crystals awakened their abilities, but awakening came at a cost. Without the soothing presence of a

As a result, his memory was not very clear now. “It’s the blood of a beastman!” Clarissa spoke in a shocked voice. Yes! Andrius suddenly remembered. Simply put, beastmen were rumored to be hybrids of beasts and humans. Generally speaking, it was difficult for beasts and humans to produce offspring, but nothing was absolute in the world. Anything was possible, and everything had the opportunity of life. Once a union between a beast and a human was successful, although it resulted in an abnormality, it often possessed some qualities of both humans and beasts.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I swallowed, not understanding the change in topic but stayed quiet. “Men are foolish, No. 2.” I stilled at the unfamiliar name but anger flared inside me at the use of it, “They are so fucking fools. Throw a pussy in front of them, they’ll start salivating. Throw a thick stash of dollars in front of them, they’ll turn into your puppies.” There were plenty of men in this world as she described. Not all men were like that. I knew two. My Dad and Gideon. And I knew another man who would never become a puppet.

asked Asher, the first thing he really had to say about any of this. It was an ironic question, as the fact that animals were birthed by human looking women made little sense in general, but in this world, it was normal. And in this world, they too did have wild, un-shifting counterparts to their beast forms, but there was absolutely no relation. The Beastmen and the wild animals did not acknowledge each other. They had no kinship. In fact, the Beastmen actively hunted the wild animals of their kind, as their preferred clothing was made out of the hides of their familiar forms, if practical. Tigers liked to wear tiger striped hide, fox wore fox fur. The birds had a harder time, though Aaron

or “they are not guilty anyway” I had no idea whom they were referring to but their attitudes toward the creatures were rather peculiar. Dad had got an unclear opinion on the wolves that despite fearing them, he still tried to make friends with them, while mom, like I’d mentioned, over-trusted them with no doubts. During my imprisonment, I had heard two different versions of the war’s cause. Some said it’s because humans invaded in wolves’ territories and violated the peace treaty by crossing the red line. Some said it’s merely an excuse made up by the wolves to justify their maneuvers and delude the world.