Romans & histoires Caged Beasts

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

Everything around me went dark. Voices rang in my ears as I forced my eyes open. There were beasts standing around me licking their lips as if hungry for me. I tried to run but I was tied down to the same table they killed my kind on. I felt my body getting weaker by the minutes, my skin was getting more itchy than before. I realized what they used in holding me down. It wasn't any normal rope, it was a rope dipped in wolfsbane and it's effect on me was enormous. I was wolfless so how the wolfsbane was affecting me was another problem. I tried to set myself free but each time I tried, the rope tightened my skin the more and I was too close to getting unconscious.

There was nothing I could say that would make those creatures change their minds, they all hated me and my presence angered them. “We’ll burn you as a sacrifice to the moon goddess!” I heard another sneer. Burns me as a sacrifice? To the—— Moon goddess?

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"This isn't really necessary, you know? I mean, I understand why you have to put me inside here, but Casa and Angela did nothing to be placed inside a cage." "Treatment is the same for all living assets." the Auctioneer told her before grabbing a cloth. "I needed to cage the other werewolves because they can get angsty. And if I put them in a cage, I'm afraid everyone will have to do so too." "Remember to behave." he reminded them once again. "Of course." And so, the Auctioneer wraps the cage with a white blanket. ______ The Auctioneer's Black Auction was held in a huge auditorium. The seats were packed, mostly of different species looking for rare and exotic finds. The Auctioneer was infamo

Closing his eyes to focus on the blur in his mind, Fafnir spoke, ‘That claw you can see as it renders the man’s flesh does look to belong to a crux beast. ‘Crux beast?’ ‘I believe Rowina called it a dimension beast, their true name is a crux beast, primal, mindless beasts that kill on command and if left without a master to direct it, will just kill everything it sees,’ Fafnir said. ‘Strange there hasn’t been a massacre then, it’s not like this place isn’t surrounded by targets for it,’ Rex asked. ‘I believe the wards in place must be affecting it and once it gains some semblance of control, it lashes out,’ Fafnir surmised.

"Let's see what's making all this noise." We moved as one. The first cell we passed pulsed with a sickening magical energy. Inside, several Shadowveils thrashed wildly, their smoky tendrils slamming against the confines of an invisible barrier. We moved on, our horror mounting with each cell. One held a beast of shifting, groaning rock; another contained a creature of pure, screaming light, its brilliance a torment in the dark. The farther we went, the more nightmarish the menagerie became. These weren't just captured beasts; they were caged nightmares, towering abominations crammed into spaces far too small, their twisted limbs scraping raw against the stone in a ceaseless agony.

They were like different, and can't be trusted. They were only bigger than the average Meiv because they had large and defined muscles, and most of their activities involved hard worked, they enjoyed doing things the hard way, and were fearful. They looked nothing like the Meivs, because they were different creatures. They were ugly and unacceptable, and that was why they were known as the Beasts, but they were the Thogwarts.

My vision finally clears, and what I see makes my breath catch. We're in some kind of massive underground space. Maybe it used to be a basement or a bunker, but someone's turned it into something straight out of a nightmare. There's this huge cage in the center—at least twenty feet across—with chain-link fencing going all the way up to the ceiling. Stadium seats rise up around it in tiers, empty right now, but obviously meant for an audience. And along the walls, in smaller cages with the same chain-link fencing, there are wolves. Mostly female. All of them watching us with faces covered in bruises and eyes that look... empty. Like they've been beaten down so many times they don't even remem