Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

Yet, the man remained unfazed. The clash began. The roughs circled him, striking out with desperate blows, their fists connecting with nothing but empty air. The creature, fueled by the relentless drive to survive, moved with preternatural speed and agility, its claws slashing through the air, tearing through the fabric of resistance. The man launched himself at the roughs, lunging forward and knocking them off balance with swift and brutal strikes. Each blow, fueled by the beast's supernatural strength, sent the roughs reeling, their bodies crashing against the unforgiving walls.

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.

That was his plan. But before his hand could reach his sword, the man in front of him vanished from his sight and appeared at his side the very next second. “They’re so fast.” Steve thought. If not that he had a better vision he’d almost have said he didn’t see them coming. Or perhaps he’s underestimated them to not be this strong or fast. But then the truth lies with the beast armor they’re wearing right now. It’s definitely a higher tier one. The man pressed Steve down by the shoulder with overwhelming force, driving him to his knees. Steve instinctively tried to use his other hand to strike the strange man away, but before he could react, another grip locked around his free arm.

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.

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.”

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.”

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.