The Beasts Review Novels & Stories

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

One clever beastman spoke up “It smells good… but we don’t know the taste. Can we try a small piece?” Clar smiled faintly, completely confident. She leaned close to Luna and whispered “Give each of them a small bite.” Luna quickly sliced a portion with his beast knife. The moment the meat was ready the crowd lunged forward like starving wolves. The first beastman who suggested tasting widened his eyes in shock. Not only was it fragrant—it was unbelievably delicious. “I bid 100 black beast crystals!” Others immediately followed “I bid one blue beast crystal!” In the end, a scorpion-type beastman won the ten jin of roasted meat

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

To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it. All beasts are creepy looking and they are all hybrid consists of two genes except the one who had the diamond. Why did the diamond choose this beast? Well, there’s only one reason the beast is a powerful hybrid. I can sense its strong aura. The beasts roared and growled loudly and started attacking us. Azrael growled and attacked the weak ones I told him earlier. I know the beast’s capability just by looking at them. I ran towards the beast, not tearing my gaze away from its burning eyes. The beast didn’t move like it was waiting for me to get nearer. I killed every beast that blocked my way.

In all my life, have never imagined myself being in this kind of situation where I would be going on this kind of mission which could cost me my life. "So guys, one thing about these monsters is, they are bloodthirsty. They crave for blood and that made them just like zombies but they aren't zombies. They are something much more powerful and stronger and faster than zombies. Believe me guys, these monsters are in their right state of mind except that they get really wide at the smell of a blood. Apart from the blood they always crave for and their abilities, there's no difference among us. And about the beast species. As you all know, they are the deadliest among these monsters. Beast specie

They were both grasping for explanations to comfort themselves. What Adrian didn't know was that the damaged ship he had dismantled had been sprinkled with beast-attracting powder. This was why so many beasts were attacking tonight. Inside the cave, the remnants of the ship further enhanced its allure to the sea beasts, causing both families to suffer this undeserved disaster. Five level-one spirit beasts charged ferociously at the Starks and Riggs in the houses. The scent of blood excited the sea beasts further. These five beasts were formidable opponents: two resembling jellyfish, two resembling sea turtles, and one looked like a menacing crab.

I was shocked when Aaron and Nashita were nowhere to be found but only their beasts which charged at us and we ourselves didn't pace down as well. Crashing against them as claws landed on snorts and necks as we collided with the crazed beast seeking dominance and fighting like our life depended on it, Shots of pain rises to my spine when I felt a slash on my thighs and I growled in fury, snapping the neck of the Beast responsible before returning the remnants of my anger on the other beasts slashing off the heads of as many as I came in contact with. The ground soiled with the blood of some of our warriors and the green blood of the beasts. We were almost at par and it was disturbing me.

“Let’s focus on what we need to do.” “Sure,” said Layla, shifting back in her seat and scanning the trench that stretched out parallel to the dusty road they were traversing. “It’s up there on the right.” “Okay,” said Carter. “We will overshoot it then double back on foot.” As they flew past the barrels, Mira eyed them carefully, counting seven and noting the skull and crossbones insignia on each one. “This is a hell of a world we live in,” she said to herself, though Carter caught the sentiment, pressing his mouth into a determined line in response.