Beasts Mc Novels & Stories

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

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

It was not something the Beastman species was designed for, forming strong family units that were selfish isolationists - which in part is why the City of Beasts was such an anomaly; a massive community of isolated families that also worked together for the greater good, though nearly always with underlining tension. The two of them made it back to Harvey's home in record time, the leopard panting as he galloped up. Quickly, he told the guard that it was no longer necessary for him to stand at the door, and since all he wanted to do was go home to his own spouse, he happily complied and left, despite his orders. As they entered into the darkened house, a pair of neon eyes stared them down as

In all my life, have never imagined myself being in this kind of situation where I would be going on this kind of mission which could cost me my life. "So guys, one thing about these monsters is, they are bloodthirsty. They crave for blood and that made them just like zombies but they aren't zombies. They are something much more powerful and stronger and faster than zombies. Believe me guys, these monsters are in their right state of mind except that they get really wide at the smell of a blood. Apart from the blood they always crave for and their abilities, there's no difference among us. And about the beast species. As you all know, they are the deadliest among these monsters. Beast specie

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

I said. Beastmen came in two kinds. Some could live independently, as humans do. Others were companion-type, entirely reliant on human care while offering emotional support in return. You could apply through an agency, get approved, pay a hefty fee, and be matched with a suitable companion. Because the cost was so high, private transactions were common. However, the quality of beastmen varied widely. Malcolm was a perfect example. He was sharp-tongued, foul-tempered, and impossible to handle.

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.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.