Man In A Beasts World Novels & Stories

Now, instead of waiting for flying objects to come and slice at them, both the werewolves nodded at each other in agreement before running forward. After running forward for what felt like miles, they came across a man who was dressed in all white, his long hair tied in a ponytail and his long silvery beard nearly reaching his knees. He held a wooden staff in his hand and it was glowing in a dark red light. He was fighting off a few beasts that she had never seen before. The beasts were magical to say the least but what shocked her was that they were even grotesque than the hycwens she was used to seeing.

It held the man with both arms and opened its mouth biting off the man's head. I was too stunned to move.. My body was trembling with fright.. As the beast was busy feasting on the man, I quietly snuck out of the place and ran away.. Just when I thought I had escaped.. The ugly brute that abducted me grabbed and pulled me into a tent.. He slapped me hard making me fall on the ground. . Man ➡ B-tch! Running away huh? Don't worry, Since the beasts are busy having their fun.. Let's have ours.. I'm going to fill your w-mb with my seed.. (Laughs)

The likely feeling of being touched by a real beast gave me goosebumps. “Close your eyes.” He commanded. Taking a last glance at our shadow under the gloomy moonlight before my compliance, I found this man was virtually giant with my figure being completely covered in his shape. He could literally break my neck within snap of a finger. Then he turned around abruptly, forcing me to follow his motion. I wobbled with no expectations of the sudden move before accidentally treading on his foot. My heart was racing out of horror and I did want to apologize. But I couldn’t let out anything but muffled moans.

Bothered by the light, I sit up with a building headache, freezing in motion when I spot Beast pulling down his pants further away. What is he doing? Blinking to focus my eyes, I stare at the tall man, sweating once I catch sight of his glorious equipment. Thick, long, and perfect: could you ask for more? Spit catches in my throat, my face heating as I'm unable to swallow or pull away from the display of him. "W-What are you doing?" My voice cracks at the end. Beast casually pees in a pit but stops once he catches me gawking at him. Startled, he spins around to hide his colossal battleax, and instead, I'm caught staring at his fine bubble butt.

he said clenching his fist because it was the past string of his patience. (Translation: Either you tell me now or I'm blowing your mind off! You fucking motherfucker!!) The man was about to shake his head in denial but before he could Zavier shot all the guns down his throat emptying the barrel of the gun. The man's blood splattered everywhere but he was still not satisfied. He kicked the chair and let the dead body fell on the ground with a thud. "Tiger!!! Tizen!!!" He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned.

His eyes grow wide as he says, "You do. There was a very bad man who lived in this area. He somehow knew we were coming and he blocked us. By the time we thought we had eliminated him, he showed up. Right in front of us he just stood there laughing." I swallow hard as I look into his eyes. "So, where is he now?" The beast looks down at his feet and starts to cry. "He killed three of my beast friends an I left." He killed three of them. He must have some kind of power to avoid getting gotten by the beasts that were sworn to destroy it all for a reset. "Well, maybe I can take him out. How about we work together to find this man?" When he stands up straight, his head hits the top shelf alcohol

"You have an exquisite goddess with you, and you think you can keep her all to yourself?" I felt a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, and I fought the urge to shrink away from his predatory gaze. These men were beasts, hunting for their next prey, and I was a mere lamb caught in their crosshairs.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”