Caged Beasts Novels & Stories

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

"We can slip through there and make our escape." They sprinted towards the compromised fence, their bodies propelled by determination. But just as they reached it, a chorus of barks and growls shattered the silence, echoing through the night. Ameera's heart sank as she realized they had stumbled upon the guard dogs patrolling the grounds. Their fierce, relentless presence was a formidable obstacle, threatening to crush their hopes of escape. Sarah's voice quivered with a mix of fear and resolve. "Ameera, we can't give up now. We have to find a way to distract the dogs, to create a diversion that will allow us to slip through."

Liam’s POV The warehouse was already buzzing when I arrived. Cigarette smoke hung in the air like a veil, curling upward toward the rusted beams above. The scent of oil, metal, and something acrid filled my nose as I stepped through the sliding doors. A few guys stood near the workbenches, checking weapons or counting cash. Others leaned against crates, their laughter echoing like gunfire off the walls. These weren’t friends. They were wolves who didn’t bite unless they smelled blood—or weakness.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

The smell of blood hit me before I saw him. Elias sat slumped in a chair, his head hanging, a dark red drip sliding from his split lip to the dusty floor. His shirt was torn, his left eye swollen shut. Two men stood on either side of him like shadows, their hands resting on the handles of their knives—not because they needed to use them, but to remind me they could. “Your brother’s luck ran out,” one of them said. His voice was deep, cold. “Seventy-two hours. That’s all you get.”

Bastian was called by Regan while he was still in Renata's room. Bastian gets up from his seat and follows Regan to the meeting room. a large room with various facilities. The building at the back of the mansion is intended for black cat members led by Bastian. There were many training grounds and other facilities for them. including a guesthouse for those who did not have a place to stay. The guesthouse was in another building not far from this training building.

Their stock plummeted like a free-fall, crashing straight to the bottom. Luxury cars were impounded. Priceless artwork confiscated. Even their wine cellar, once filled with rare vintages, was sealed off. The once-glittering banquet halls now stood eerily empty. A family that once sat above the rest had plummeted from the clouds straight into the abyss. Scarlett gave birth to a son. From that moment on, Anna realized that her once-loving grandmother, Rachel Turner, had changed. Her allowance was cut off. Her name erased from the will.

The metallic smell of fear hung in the air. Then, the final click. The door swung open with a creak that cut through the night. "Go in. Fast." They stormed the interior of the outpost like a handful of assassin shadows. Inside, there were crates marked with the Bloodclaw symbol, bundles of weapons, illegal medicines—and at the back, two cages. Inside them, two young wolves in human form. Thin, bruised, with chain marks on their wrists. Cael advanced to the cages. One of the youths widened his eyes.

A male beastman took the lead, stepping forward quickly to inquire. Ben looked at the endless, aggressively surging crowd behind him, his brow furrowing slightly. With a rough count, there were actually as many as forty or fifty people! He answered steadily: "Correct. This object is called a fire cage, fifty blue beast crystals each." This male beastman who took the lead had no mate. Coming here this time was originally just to join in the buzz and watch. But seeing this palm-sized object priced as high as fifty blue beast crystals— He only felt the price was on the higher side. A heavy look of hesitation instantly surfaced on his face.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.