Caged Beasts Novels & Stories

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.

Could our love withstand the revelation of such a dangerous and morally ambiguous pursuit? With a deep breath, I turned the key and pushed open the door, revealing a hidden world steeped in shadows and moonlight. The room was lined with cages, their metal bars containing creatures of untamed power and primal instincts. Werewolves, imbued with the fusion of human and animal DNA, paced restlessly within their confines.

Stone steps, torch-lit, the smell hitting before the sight — unwashed bodies, fear, old blood, the particular despair-scent of animals held too long in too-small spaces. The cages were iron. Rough construction but solid. Eight of them, varying sizes, crammed into a chamber that was too low and too cold and had no windows. Wolves. Seven of them visible — omegas, a few rogues, all in human form. Most looked like they’d been here for days at minimum. Some longer. They pressed to the far sides of their cages when we came down the stairs and I couldn’t blame them — we were bloodied and partially shifted and must have looked like one more terrible thing arriving.

A team was moving fast between Crow City and Nightingale City. The Spirit Cage was a retro world. So, there were no high-tech vehicles that existed in the real world, but only the most primitive means of transport. The cart was pulled by a kind of animal named the Foal Beast. It was docile, strong, and fast. Once tamed, it would be very obedient. David was in one of the carriages. With his image and strength, he passed the screening easily.

Violet looked at Ethan, frowning in confusion. “What was the need for all this?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “She looks fragile, but she’s stronger than most boys with muscles. She’s a national-level boxer, black belt in Taekwondo, and excellent at driving.” Violet blinked in surprise. That cheerful girl? A black belt? She never would’ve guessed. “But I don’t need--” “Of course, you don’t need someone to watch you,” he interrupted sharply. His voice turned low, cold. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to meet Jacob behind my back?” to be continued

Using all his resources, my father summoned ancient pack magic, creating a simulacrum—a near-perfect duplicate of my body—and placed it in front of the silver cage. That was the body Damien had found. Back in my family's territory, I locked myself in my room. As darkness fell, I hid under the covers and cried silently. My inner wolf howled, and the overwhelming grief of losing my pup consumed me. To think that after everything I'd done, I still couldn't save my baby. The silver poisoning was torture for me, a full-grown she-wolf. What chance did my unborn pup have? He was so small, so fragile.

She must make up for what she has caused herself. Things weren't going according to her plan. She wanted to expose him, punish him and sent him to jail but seems like she is the one who's in jail, his house. She couldn't help but describe this luxurious penthouse as a jail. Afterall how can a house become a home when we are trapped in it without consent. She felt like a caged bird. No matter if the cage is made of gold or rubies if that makes you feel like hostage. The screeching sound of the car caught her attention and like a curious cat she peeked a little to see the familiar porshe car making its way inside. Her already accelerated heart started beating violently at the mere alert.

Eighteen minutes since I had let the only thing that made my pulse feel human walk into a cage built by a ghost. "Don Moretti, the perimeter is shifting," Cassian’s voice crackled in my earpiece, low and edged with a professional anxiety I hadn't heard in a decade. "We have movement in the derelict warehouse to the east. Six-man element, gray tacticals. They aren't Lucchesi. They’re moving with too much discipline. It’s a containment unit."

CAESAR As my eyes gaze around the cage I am imprisoned in, it reminds me of one person: my late father. When he was alive, he told me stories of how he was captured and locked in cages made of the most formidable metal while he was still roaming the wilderness, unlawfully entering neighboring kingdoms outside the Lycan kingdom. The least number of days he was trapped in one of those cages was two days, and then he would find his way out. The thought seems impossible to me because those were not ordinary cages; they were made specially for supernatural otherworldly beasts that couldn't escape once contained.

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.