Caged Beasts Novels & Stories

Not one bit. I wish I could unsee the parade of humans pushing carts laden with cages, cages containing terrified wolves, trapped in their bestial forms, huddled in corners, their eyes sad and sunken, their arms and legs bald where they've been shaved and poked, used for whatever sick experiments happened behind the great, steel wall.

Behind the bars, a nightmare waited. Cages. Steel. Massive. Shaking with rage. Lions, tigers, leopards, beasts of the wild, their eyes red and gleaming with hunger. They snarled, pacing, slamming against the bars like they could already taste their flesh. The children screamed as they hid behind their sobbing mothers. One woman collapsed to her knees. Another grabbed her pregnant belly and limped back in fear. “You’re so stubborn,” Ragnar drawled. “But if you won’t kill for your freedom, maybe you’ll kill to stay alive.”

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

Torches flared—and then the first cage door buckled. It wasn’t from the fire. A low, guttural roar rolled out, shaking the snow from the pines. Chains snapped like twigs, and something huge and pale surged into the open—a beast of matted fur and bone-spiked shoulders, its eyes pools of red light. The Creed hadn’t just bound monsters. They had starved them. “Fall back!” the heir ordered, but the ground shuddered as the beast slammed into the nearest rider, hurling man and horse aside like toys.

They turned their body, like wooden dolls managed by someone who appeared to be in a terrible mood. Satan held them by their neck in both hands and hung them in the air. They didn't scream, didn't ask for mercy because their souls were locked in the cage that was set by Satan's command. There was no wave in their eyes even after seeing the devil because their souls turned into hollows, not even God could replenish them.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

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I think to myself when Celeste comes forward. “Yes, that is payback for breaking her nose during training. Besides, it had to be believable. Or did you forget that? Now what?” she says and I heave a sigh as I look at the other cages. The eyes of the women and pups looking at me. Hope blooming in them. “Guys, I’m in the barn and there are women and pups in here locked in cages. Not all of them are alive.” I say through the link and the women growl.

And beneath them, cages. Cages filled with creatures that barely resembled what they used to be. A wolf with two heads, one crying, one snarling. A cheetah whose limbs had been broken and reset too many times to move naturally. A bear-shifter stuck halfway between forms, unable to shift back. Some stared blankly. Some screamed. Some scratched the metal floors until their claws fell off. I clenched my jaw so hard the bone creaked. “Valentina ordered this?” I asked quietly.

"What is this one?" "That's a Shadow Stalker," Jasper said, his voice low and serious. "They're very rare and very dangerous. Only a few people in the kingdom have ever been able to tame them." The cages and other entrapments used to house the creatures were made of sturdy materials, such as iron bars or thick stone walls, to ensure that they could not escape. Each enclosure was tailored to the specific needs of the animal that it housed, with ample space for movement and plenty of natural elements, such as water features or vegetation, to keep the animals happy and healthy.