Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Tears from my eyes. The man hovered above me, his silhouette blocking out the light coming from the window, his chest rising evenly. He had no shame and remorse. He didn’t look at me like he’d done something wrong, because to him, he hadn’t. In his world, he’d claimed me, owning me, he spent a fortune on me.He was a beast in a man’s body.

I writhed underneath him, pushing myself against his cock that had hardened and was throbbing between my legs. This behavior was so unlike me. I didn't even know what his name was. Just moments ago he was a terrifying beast and now, he wanted to devour me but not in the frightening way. It was in a way my body appreciated. I'll call him Beast Man. His tongue trailed lower, above the swell of my breasts, and with a single tug, he ripped my clothes off my body. I shuddered from the cold but he warmed me up immediately, covering my entire frame with his body.

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

The priestess of the Beast Clan, who was less than 20 years old, looked even holier and more beautiful in the robe which was as white as snow. Masters of the Beast Clan gathered around the altar. One of them was a tall and sturdy young beastman with thick hair and beard. He was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a faint scar from between his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. The scar was extremely shallow. Not only did it not affect his appearance, but it also added a bit of fierceness and wild beauty to him. The young beastman's long hair looked like burning fire. He was holding a pale golden long rod in his hand and was standing in

Defeated. I collapsed backward, gasping. Blood dripped from my arm in heavy, warm rivulets. My head spun so violently the arena tilted sideways. I was almost done. The eighth opponent, however, was worse. He was a lion beastman. He was bigger than Rekkor, bigger than the bear, wearing armor reinforced with metal bands. His mane flowed down his shoulders in golden streaks, and when he roared, the entire Colosseum shook. By then, exhaustion clung to me like chains.

(Bear Man) Like lifting a sandbag in the air, The Bear Man Vendors lifted the mercenary that were still in pain from his cut fingers, and choke slammed him onto the cement floor of the wet market, making a little crater on the floor and instantly knocking out the mercenary. The Bear Man rips open his bloody overalls and let out his beastly shouts, invoking his war call upon the Mercenary, as he locked into his second target, a mercenary right in front of him.

I asked them. “Hey, pussy,” the burly man muttered again. I gasped in pain when he grabbed my hand, his fingers sinking into my skin. “Keep breathing those punchable names and I’ll have you on your knees with my balls deep in your tight hole—” “Wheeler, that’s Beast.” The guy with an ink on the arm said. The man named Wheeler halted, his hand loosening but did not let go. “What did you say?” “Beast. She wants Beast.”