Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

“I will be better. I will prove myself.” His lips twitched, almost as if he were suppressing a smirk. “You’ll prove yourself? Bold words for someone who can barely lift their own shadow.” The man beside him shifted slightly. He was tall, leaner than Alaric but no less intimidating. His blond hair was cropped close, a few stray strands falling across his sharp brow. Unlike Alaric’s cold, calculating demeanor, this man’s gray eyes carried a hint of something quieter, something genuine and friendly. But then again the most friendly faces are the worse enemies.

His other hand came up and slammed into the man's throat, crushing his windpipe instantly. The second and third men attacked together, trying to overwhelm him with numbers. Trent spun low, sweeping their legs out from under them. As they fell, he grabbed one by the head and slammed it into the floor hard enough to crack both skull and rock. The third man scrambled backward, but Trent was already on him. His claws were fully extended now, more wolf than human, and he drove them through the man's chest before he could even raise his weapon. The remaining men hesitated, seeing their companions fall so quickly. That hesitation cost them. Trent moved through them like a force of nature, breaking

However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars. The vendor quickly reapplied the muzzle, patting the beastkin's powerful arm muscles. "Look at him, miss. He's got amazing stamina and recovery abilities. You can vent for two hours for a mere 2000 dollars. As long as you don't slit his throat and bleed him out, he'll recover." I was shocked. "Slit his throat and bleed him?" Were people really this twisted these days? How terrifying. Forget it. The one I had back home didn't let me touch him anyway. Since this one was cheap, I could very well just buy an obedient one.

“Then you’re here for a reason. State it.” The man’s eyes moved across the clearing, taking in the warriors, the defensive formation, the tension. Then they stopped on Elara. And did not move. Her breath caught. The way he looked at her wasn’t like the rogues. It wasn’t like Darius. It wasn’t even like Kael. It was recognition. Realization. “Well,” he said softly. “That explains the scent.” Kael shifted slightly, placing himself more fully between them. “You’re not speaking to her,” he said. The man’s attention returned to Kael, and for the first time, there was the faintest hint of amusement in his expression. “You must be the Beast Alpha.” “I am.” “I’ve heard about you.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

“Now let’s see how strong you could be.” Dio threw the spear towards him and his vines immediately grew from the cracks in the eyes. When the man dodged the spear, a vine wrapped around his ankle and pulled him around the arena. Dio created another spear made of electricity and manipulated the vine to bring the struggling man to him. The man tried to get free from the vine but its grip was strong that he had to use his mana to free himself. His body grew the size of a bear and claws protruded from his hands—he was a beastfolk from the bear clan.

The beast continues to growl and even takes a step back from me, but that doesn't stop me from moving closer to it. At the same moment the beast is ready to strike, my hand manages to touch it, causing a shock to run through my mind. An image of a man appears in my mind. He looks to be a little older than a teenager, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a semi-scrawny build of someone who has yet to build any muscle. The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow.

The beast tried hard and used all of its power to bite through the armor but it still failed so the beast tried to use its powerful muscle and thrashed around in hope that the annoying hardshell would be destroyed by its powerful jaw. The pain from the arm and leg that got cut by the uneven rows of sharp fangs couple with the pain from enduring the powerful thrashing and pressure from the beast jaw overload the man brain and he immediately faints due to pain, but the thrashing of the determine beast woke him up shortly for him to experience the hellish pain again and again. “That’s enough!” Tian Xiulan shouted to stop the aggression of the beast. The Beast immediately stopped and released a

When the first beastman charged at him, he threw a casual punch and shattered the beastman’s arm into pieces, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere. However, that was just the beginning. After smashing the beastman’s arm, Andrius stepped forward, grabbed the arm, and viciously smashed it onto the ground. Boom! The beastman was driven deep into the ground with a violent explosion. The next second, Andrius pulled him out, only to smash him back into the ground again. This cycle repeated several times. Andrius eventually beat the beastman into a pulp, and he was finally deader than a doornail.

His beast is strong. I wait for his beast to attack, but he stands there in front of Lisa growl at me, protecting Its sister. I move quickly attacking BJ knocking him away from Lisa, sending him rolling across the ground. Until he's one with his beast, his beast will use all instinct to fight, not training. We circle each other on all fours growling. As soon as his beast raises up on his hind legs to make himself appear bigger, I leap through the air spearing him to the ground. I start to rip into him taking away chunks of flesh while letting my dominance hit him.