Beasts Mc Novels & Stories

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

The forest was a crucible. Feral beasts roamed, set loose from ancient cells beneath Blackmoon’s earth—hulking creatures bred to tear, to test, to kill. A jagged-toothed bear charged at them first, snarling with a madness in its eyes. Lucian tackled it without hesitation, ripping into its throat while Jace circled to keep it from flanking. Rayne lunged in, claws flashing, landing the finishing blow as Lucian tore the creature’s head sideways with his jaws.

I recognize her scent; Miss Deyna. And I assume the rest of the massive wolves are the Elders, and they push Ash and Sophia aside and rip Dena apart like an animal. Because that's all the Beasts are seen as; animals to be put down. That's the one duty all the Alphas share, and one they carry out without remorse. The only way a Beast avoids death is fleeing to the wilds. That's one of the reasons the wilds are so dangerous, the monsters that call it home.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

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

His single eye sweeps over us coldly. “The rules are simple: survive until sunset or incapacitate your opponent,” his voice booms without any amplification. “Release the beasts!” The iron gate on the north side opens with a painful screech. From the darkness within, several level one and level two Feral Beasts emerge. They are nearly the size of elephants, with black and brown fur. Their fangs drip with venom. Their eyes glow red. And they have wings. The damn creatures hover slightly above the ground.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

Many people had left Oasis Vale in recent years, and Ian had also informed them of Gideon's arrest. … Deep in a forest in Magaria, a beast-like roar was heard. Then, a burly man draped in furs charged toward the highest peak. He stood before the black palace built on it. It was Monty Braun, the King of Beasts. He'd been in many battles over the years. Not only did he have an army of eight million, but he also had over two million beasts under his command. In total, his army was ten million strong. "My lord!" his subjects roared.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

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.