Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

It wasn't the bedroom with toys or restraints where he was restricted to be just a man. I could see his beast rising to the surface, clearly pleased by my mark on his neck and that we were in his territory. It was like a wet dream come true. It was time for Beauty to meet the beast. My legs dropped from around his hips, and I moaned as my clit slid against the bulge in his pants. I stepped back, smoothing the fabric around my hips until it was neatly folded over my stomach, giving Tobias the full view of my bare center. "Are you going to come out and play?" My breasts were still on display, and I reached up, cupping them in my palms and pinching my nipples between the knuckles of my fingers.

Beast tries swinging again, but June catches the opening instantly and drives her knee into his stomach so hard that his entire body folds slightly forward. The crowd is screaming now. I barely hear any of it. Because I cannot stop watching her. She is terrifying. Beautiful. Mine. Mine. Mine. My wolf practically roars inside me. Beast screams angrily and lunges one final time. June sidesteps him completely. Then she turns and lands one devastating punch directly against his temple with enough force that the crack echoes through the entire ring. Silence hits for half a second. Beast collapses. Completely unconscious before he even hits the mat.

It only fed. “Stand firm!” a captain cried. “He bleeds like the rest of us!” “No, he doesn’t!” another answered, voice breaking. “That’s no man—” His terror cut off as Maxim crushed him beneath his weight. And gods help him—it felt good. Every strike fed a hunger buried too long. Every scream, every shatter of bone, was a feast. The Beast was no longer straining at its cage; it was free, uncoiled, unbound. Maxim could feel his human self retreating, dimming like a candle before storm wind.

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.

" I ignored her mocking and walked straight toward the three beastmen. Lydia was right. Strength ruled supreme here. Later, when we formed our bonds, those three fierce beastmen all transformed into handsome men who cherished and protected me. Meanwhile, Lydia received the power of a beast woman and was assigned three defective males. Worse still, she and her mates couldn't transform. They could only survive in beast form. Lydia was consumed with jealousy. She spoke to me with bitter sarcasm. "Ella, you're so lucky. They're even willing to take human form just to stay by your side. Even though you're so weak, they remain devoted and loyal to you."

Could it be that they were also working with the rogues? “Stay close to me, Beom.” I said. This beastman was either so fast that we couldn't see him, or he had the invisibility power. I closed my eyes, focusing my senses, then I felt it. He was a fast runner, he was using great speed that we couldn't see him. “When you are done running beastman, show yourself. Meanwhile, you should get some bath if you survive here, you stink a lot.” I uttered and the beastman came to a halt, revealing himself.

Water dripped down his chest, each drop tracing the lines of carved muscle that looked like someone sculpted him from stone. Broad shoulders. Deep-cut abs. A V-line that should’ve been illegal. My mouth literally fell open. Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, towel tightening around his waist. A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips. “Looking for me, sweetheart?”

I laughed, “You made a wrong move, King Warrick. You just gave the spear to me.” “No!!! I didn’t!” he’s now infuriated and his face reddened in anger. He screamed, and it echoed throughout the place, and all the demon beasts also screamed. A strong aura emits from their body and they get stronger. I could feel everyone’s heavy breathing and low energy. That’s because of fighting nonstop. I saw Invictus had already transformed to his original form. He is a dark giant three-headed snake with dark red big eyes. His left eye tinted with silvery red like Damona’s eyes. Two horns are attached to only one head in between, and its fangs are sharp and big. And he has thick scales. He roared so loud a