Primal Beast Novels & Stories

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

Her nails elongated into claws, her senses sharpening further as the transformation continued to overtake her. Damien vs. Jake As Sofia fought her way through the chaos, Damien finally reached Jake. The two collided with a force that shook the ground, their snarls filling the air as they clawed and bit at each other. “You’ve ruined everything,” Jake growled, his claws slashing across Damien’s chest. “She was supposed to be mine!” “She was never yours,” Damien spat, his claws sinking into Jake’s shoulder. “And you’re too blind to see it.” The two wolves tore into each other, their movements a brutal dance of fury and desperation. Jake’s hybrid form gave him an advantage, his strength and spee

Claire said with a confident expreession. "What do you know if you don't know the story of the war beast?" Monica mocked and Claire pouted. "Why are you picking on me? So what if I don't know the story?" Claire's face expressed nothing but annoyance. "I don't know the story either. I've never heard of it so it's not a big deal" Ashely said. Yes, she didn't know the story of the war beast. She didn't even know what the war beast was until priestess Luciana mentioned it.

“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?”

It was nothing like the first night when they made love to each other. On that night when Micah had promised to take care of Jewel and had also promised not to hurt her, they had continued to kiss passionately with Micah's tongue tracing her neck line down to her breast. Jewel had not held back the second time.she had yielded to him. It had been so mysterious how Micah had turned rough. His gentle kisses began to feel as though he had lava in his tongue. Jewel eyes had been closed but when she opened them,she came eye to eye with a beast. It could definitely not be Micah. She was terrified. " please don't hurt me” she pleaded for her life. The beast eyes were red. It had very big horns and s

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

Since the beast was born just half a day ago, its mind was still a blank slate. This was quite helpful for Creed because its primal instincts for barbarity, cruelty, and hunger for human flesh were still underdeveloped. However, Creed did not doubt that the beast was an absolute catastrophe. In fact, a dense aura was leaking out of him, which he hadn't sensed from any previously synthesized beasts. This baby Manticore was a born alpha. He was not the same height as his parent, but given enough time he might grow to be more powerful than his predecessor.

At only six months old, they were experiencing their First Primal Shift. Kaelen became a cub of solid, graphite obsidian, his small paws leaving rhythmic, deep imprints in the snow. Solis became a flicker of amethyst fire, her tail leaving a trail of steam in the cold air. They didn't growl or fight; they chased each other in a coordinated, rhythmic dance of light and shadow, their heartbeats synchronizing into a single, powerful sixty-beat rhythm. The Sovereign Legacy was no longer a triage log or a scientific theory. It was a physical, breathing reality that would endure as long as the mountain stood.

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.