Psycho Beasts Novels & Stories

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

I sharpened myself into a weapon no one could break. And then out of nowhere, Zorya appeared. A mystery wrapped in a growl and moonlight, crashing into my world like fate had personally punched me in the throat. Rex watched me quietly now, unusually serious. “You’re afraid,” he mused. I laughed, rough and humorless. “I don’t fear anything.” “Exactly.” His eyes narrowed. “So the only thing that scares you is wanting something again.” I hated how well he knew me. Zorya… wanting her wasn’t a choice. It was instinct. Hunger. Bond. It was indeed madness.

The subject line read: "Beaucare’s Illegal Trials – Final Report" From: Jessen-Keith Lewis jklewis@erbeauty.com To: Regulatory Affairs Committee Date: October 21, 2003 Subject: Beaucare’s Illegal Trials – Final Report "Enclosed are the findings from our internal investigation into Beaucare’s unauthorized human trials of experimental drug BX-109. The evidence shows that patients from low-income communities were recruited under false pretenses, given unapproved substances, and left with irreversible side effects. Attached are the testimonies of former Beaucare employees, along with a ledger showing undocumented payments to regulatory officials. This information is being sent to the authorities

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

They are hideous and small but largely built at the same time, but what shocks me the most is the fact that none of them seems to be wearing any clothes. “Stay back! Stay away!” I shout, pushing myself away to the corner of the room. Terror coursed through my veins as I plaster myself to the wall, hoping to stay as far away as I can from the three monsters. My breathing becomes shallow and my skin feels hypersensitive as the panic starts coursing through me. I scream out in fear, brandishing my fist at the three strange creatures in front of me. They are small, their skin a sickly grey color, and their eyes are like black pools. Their faces were expressionless, their arms hung loose by their

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.

and Ezekiel suspected that the smell emanated from the black, silky, slimy fluid that dribbled down the jowls and chests of the beasts. The two monsters' kept up a salvo of attack and movement. They divided their attack on him and his brothers, so that Ezekiel was left to fight one, while his elder brothers were left to fight the other larger beast. They all struggled, even the beasts, who seemed unfamiliar with the confines of the room that they had just crawled into. They shot about, attacking, smashing their bodies and claws into the walls and furniture and cackling out into the air. A sound like none other than Ezekiel could remember hearing, the sounds of their cackles seemed like madne

Interesting. Which means to three hundred spirit beasts currently looking at a gap in their containment and at a non-threatening person on the other side— "I'm going to run," I say. --- The System suggests running. --- I run. ~~~ What follows is approximately forty-five minutes of the most genuinely chaotic thing that has happened to me yet, which is significant given my recent track record. The three hundred spirit beasts do not escape aggressively. That's the thing that makes it complicated. If they were aggressive, the Hall's Beast Masters could engage them with standard suppression techniques.

For the sake of beating their opponents, they were willing to resort to any means necessary, including using beasts. Unbeknownst to them, however, the beasts had other plans. The beasts that were at their peak were no less intelligent than humans. The strongest beast in Chaos City was a Black-scaled Tiger. Its natural-born technique was at the upper ultimate god realm, thus most of the warriors were no match for the tiger at all. It was also quick-witted with more than enough intelligence to scheme against humans.

He truly was magnificent. Jax, Rev and Preston were unconscious now and Baz spoke to me in my head, telling me that their beasts were ready to join with them. I looked at Jax and I took a step backwards as I saw a large blue beast merge with him. His back arched involuntarily as the beast settled inside him and he screamed suddenly as his mark appeared on his skin.