Invincible Beast Man Novels & Stories

"Our kind is brought back many years when the first beast, our ancestor, wished he could be human. The Moon Goddess heard his prayer and created a pond in the middle of the forest for him to drink. Once our ancestor drank the magical water, his body transformed into a human but didn't entirely make him human. He still has some of his beast appearance and instincts. He had other beasts drink the water and turn themselves into humans. They adapted quickly, learning the human ways, but they were still considered dangerous to humans because of their existence. Unlike humans, we age slower. When a beastman child turns ten, they are already considered adults." "Wait, once a beastman child turns te

These ants were not ordinary ants but had clearly evolved miraculously. Every ant was about several meters long and had a pitch black body. They had scales all over their bodies and a menacing air. An ant beastman found James and walked over as he demanded, “Who are you?! How dare you get approach Mount Mala? This is the territory of the Elephant King. Leave at once!” The ant beastman had a human body and an ant head. It was the leader of the ant army and was relatively strong. It reached Immortal Ascension, and it could sense that James possessed powerful energy.

Chapter Forty- five A man dressed in an all black costume. A scar ran down from two centimeter away from his left eye down to his chin. His face was hardened and the scar made him appear more scary than he looked. His aura speaks danger, doom and destruction. He stared hard at the intruder who had deemed it fit to disrupt his peace at the time of the day. If he stared any harder, the intruder's soul will be sucked out of their body. Not that he cared about the life or death of anyone but the intruder seemed to know what they were doing.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

While the man simply trailed his gaze back to the ground floor like he didn't punish and humiliated a girl just for looking into his eyes, like he didn't make her throw his expensive shoes in the dustbin and few moments ago. That's what he was a fucked up man with his fucked up mind. He likes to see people miserable and vulnerable. He like them bowing in front of him. Mercy and sympathy doesn't resides anywhere near him. He likes to see fear in people eyes of him. He was none other than the Mexican mafia boss, Zavier Garcia.

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

But I’ve seen enough blood to know—guns don’t make you untouchable. A jammed barrel. A second too slow. One bad angle in the dark. That’s all it takes. No, it’s not just the gun. It’s how fast you move when shit hits the fan. How hard you hit when your back’s to the wall. Strength. Agility. Instinct. That’s what keeps a man breathing in my world—not just the iron in his hands, but the fire in his gut. A slow smirk tugs at my mouth as I take one last glance at my reflection.

"But it comes with a tiny little condition. Would you like to hear it?” Feeling on the verge of passing out, I blinked hurriedly. The man lowered his head, his hot breath falling on my ears, making goosebumps form on my battered skin as he whispered, “Kill the beast!” *** I stood behind a huge tree to hide my figure, as I glared in pure, undiluted hatred at the pack that had cast me out to die. Luckily for me, I was saved and nursed back to health. It's been days; no, weeks.

"Really now? I don't know what world you live in, but normal people, don't smell their mates." He abruptly stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he slowly walked around the table, eyeing me like the prey I assumed he chalked me up to be. "You're right, Little One. Normal people don't do that, do they?" He walked behind William, who sat uncharacteristically still. "But wolves do." Wolves. Those ghostly intense eyes were wolfish. But this man wasn't a wolf, and neither was the beast he turned into. "What are you insinuating? That you're part wolf, a beast, and a man? I'm sorry to say it but that beast looked less wolfish than you do."

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”