Voss Beastars Novels & Stories

I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

"I agreed to your terms. Now I'm adding one of my own. Information for information." "What information?" "Tell me about the Voss twins." My stomach dropped. "What twins?" "Don't insult me, Celeste. I've been in this world long enough to hear rumors. Nicolas Voss. Elias Voss. Born four minutes apart. One public, one hidden. I want confirmation." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes, you do. You've been living with them for three months. You know." "Even if I did know something, why would I tell you?"

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

Kael, can I please ask you for a favor," I pouted my lips, my eyes low, as I walked into our chamber. Kael still fixed his gaze, pouring black oil on his sword, which was already sharp enough. "Are you thinking of forgiving Dexter?" he asked, not sparing me a glance, his voice sharper than the sword he was with. "What? No! Dexter deserves everything that's coming his way," I added, as I coiled my hands around his waist. "Okay, what then?" he said, turning to face me. I now had his full attention. "Can we please not harm any lady in Silver Wolves?" he arched his brows. "Well, you see, we would need maids to do some tasks for us, and your men, they would need to reproduce and multiply this pac

“I don't see anyone.” “Just close the window, please.” My mind is still anxious. The thought that someone is always with me scares my mind too much. Not because I am a coward, but I am worried the stalker might find out about my real identity. He closes the window and comes back to me. “I will ask Sean to keep an eye on you.” My head nods. As he kisses my lips one more time, we continue until early morning, fucking each other the whole night shamelessly. The next day, it was time for another competition. Fighting a beast. Lozark had brought that beast from another pack. They're known for their barbaric nature. Huge like bears, cruel like lions, has sharp fangs like vampires, and resembles th

He stretched his wings, shaking the air with a deep rumble. “Master Kieran,” he growled, voice dark as a storm. “You finally remember who you are.” Before I could answer, a silver flash appeared beside him. Fenris, the Wolf Beast, massive and sleek, his fur glowing faintly under the moonlight. His gaze was fierce, intelligent and alive. And then, with a deafening roar that cracked the heavens, Vyrax descended, my Dragon Beast. His scales shimmered like molten gold and steel, his eyes the color of lightning. The earth quaked as he landed.

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

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

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.