Primal Beast Novels & Stories

“You could say the Gorilla Clan ran away… This story I know a little because my parents once told it to me when I was a child. We don't want to get involved in territorial expansion disputes like the Chimpanzee Clan wants. They coaxed us because they were afraid that we primates would be weeded out because of our abilities. Do you know the potential of our strengths and abilities when we enter combat mode?” They were all silent, not answering Dhiren's question, but their faces were seriously looking at Dhiren. ''We are the Primates. Moreover, Gorillas have extraordinary strength and are more dangerous because we can fight better than you, who walk on four legs… When Beast Man enters combat m

Only the Beast King Cities maintained a steady flame, but the Elk Tribe, where she now lived in the Southern Region, did not. Yet in her hands lay a slab of raw meat, and the hunger gnawing at her grew louder with each passing second. Clar had already started organizing what she remembered from the book she had read before her transmigration. The Beast Domain was divided into four great regions—South, North, East, and West—each ruled by a Beast King City. Between them lay the Dark Forest, home to ferocious beasts. Male beastmen could only strengthen themselves by absorbing crystal cores. These crystals awakened their abilities, but awakening came at a cost. Without the soothing presence of a

“I will believe you.” Anthonia who was feeling a flurry of emotions nodded firmly before speaking. “There’s something I’d heard about her. Her wolf isn’t just an ordinary wolf, it’s something primal, strong. I heard she's primordial. And so is her son.” I almost scoffed at her words. That couldn’t be true. Primordial wolves were just stories told by men in order to classify the wolf race. Primordial wolves were said to have the same pure blood of the first werewolves flowing through their veins which gave them extraordinary power.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?

Focus! "Thats when my grandmother discovered that I had an old and bitter lycan spirit. She did a spell to calm the beast and he felt dormant. I guess that I was feeling the lost a lot more than I thought I did for all these years. The beast is calling prime. On my ascension he will awaken and we will become one and I will have my prime lycan form," he said, staring into the depst of the world within his mind. "So Prime is the sleeping wolf in your mind," I said, tilting my head slightly.

Diana said and the spirit beasts blushed making mysterious to frown. " The one on a mission is called Earth claw and he is a wolf made of the ground and rocks, That's why he is called Earth claw, The last one in my control is The king and the father of them all, Primordial the king of the spirit beasts, The ancient one who is still sleeping, His sizes is more than anyone and besides he is in slumber because of how he escaped Beelzebub grip and there is also one that is not under my control and I don't know who I should give it to and besides as my mate.. Uhm I mean as a girl I will give her to you, She is a princess Spirit beast " Mysterious said.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.