Caged Beasts Novels & Stories

<<34>> * There will always be a way. * **** ---- Mia ---- I didn't know when I actually fell asleep... All I knew was, I found myself in the dream Land. I was in a very large cage... Similar to a bed cage as I could see what was going on outside. The cage was hung up in such a way that I could view everything going on beneath. I was alone in that cage... Tied up and looking so malnourished and weak.

The beast slowly lowered its massive head onto its front paws, backing away from the iron bars into the dark corner of its cell, shivering violently against the cold granite wall. Across the corridor, in the second cage, a colossal Void-Bear, a beast capable of crushing steel armor with a single strike of its claws, slowly retreated into the darkness of its cell, lowering its head to the stone floor in silent, absolute submission. One by one, the low growls along the entire subterranean corridor ceased. The eight caged monsters, starved and frenzied by the smells of the Colosseum, grew utterly silent, cowering in the dark corners of their iron cells, refusing to look upon the silver-eyed fem

I was so amazed at the magnificence that welcomed me as I bounced down from Sebastian's back failing to remember my destroyed garments. It was a lovely city with cold mountains and a valley of blossoms. The sky had mists that grinned at them with trees that radiated its delightful shade. Ladies were so lovely with clothes that sparkled brilliantly while they walked around chuckling, talking about something irrelevant. Cages! I saw animals,children and men being caged under the sun and my heart slammed remembering the prince's words of caging women. Weird men with whips stood and looked after them. Each bypassers gazed at me in nausea and I winced in dread, sticking to Sebastian.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

The first specific small thing was the hunting. She had not run for the joy of it since before the sanctuary's full operation had made the running-for-the-joy-of-it an unaffordable luxury. Cain had been in the same position. They went out on a morning when Elara was with Sera and the pack was occupied and the territory was early-light and quiet, and they ran. Not toward anything. Not from anything. Just running—the wolf's specific pleasure of motion for its own sake, the gift of a body that was built for this kind of movement using itself for the purpose it was built for.

The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo." He said shakily as he put his head up to face at least the beasts legs. "Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.."

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

I find this all the way odd He nodded " I know it sounds so unbelievable but that is the truth. These rogues come into the pack pretending to be some members of this pack. They put on contact just so we can't identify them " " But I thought the guards do a lot of checking on visitors?" " Yes. It appears that they use magic. Black magic to be precise" I gasped so loudly " How is that even possible? This is bad. This is so bad " " Glad you see that. Can you now go back to your room?" He said

There were a dozen bodyguards placed around the perimeter, and each one carried an Electric baton. Inside the compound, there were a plethora of individual cages where all manner of beasts were on display. There were wolves, tigers, mastiffs, and leopards, and their stench was most heinous. They were obviously being mistreated, and it broke Crystal’s heart to see them this way.

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.