Beast Of Blue Obsidian Novels & Stories

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

“I thought you didn’t believe in love is blind.” “I don’t know. Your best friend is dating an ex-mafia member. Well, he’s still a mafia with the blood of the most dangerous Italian mafia in history.” I swallowed, staring at him. “But he will take care of Piper, or I will cut his balls off and feed them to the Piranha.” “Piranhas don’t eat humans. They eat dead animals.” “They eat human parts. They’re carnivores,” I bantered. “Yes. They’re carnivores.”

[Obsidian Veins] The smell of scorched flesh and ozone was so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I looked down at the surgical tray, where a jagged, bloody mess of bone and muscle had been replaced by a gleaming, predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech. Dante hadn't just survived the surgery; he had sacrificed the last of his human warmth to become something I could no longer recognize.

His beautiful blue eyes were dark in color, giving him a rather dangerous and beast-like feel while sweat was dripping down from his chin to his neck. The slightly wicked curve of his lips showed a hint of his sharp canines as he looked up at me and then, almost too slowly, his head lowered towards my right breast, blowing hot air on the sensitive peak. When his mouth closed over the pebbled nipple, I swear, I could see bright lights flash in front of my eyes. The sensual moan that I tried to swallow down had managed to crawl out, low and seductive even to my own ears when it left my lips.

Small aspect of his inner beast blead through, merging with his mortal form, mixing them. Ezekiel soft blue eyes, and black pupils, contracted sharply, slitting into the eyes of a beast....a cat. And Ezekiel knew that his irises would be shinning now, an iridescent bright blue light would now be lent to his gaze by the Shifter inside, that turned his soft blue gaze into twin globes of light.

So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out. But the man is fast, just in time shifting to a wolf. We crash together on the ground and I manage to bite his neck, ripping hairs and skin out, my nails digging in his soft stomach. I unleash myself on him, drawing more blood. I guess he did not expect me to be like this, I took him by surprise. But now, he attacks me back, sinking his teeth in my flesh. We continue this vicious, bloody dance another few minutes, neither me nor him wanting to give up.

And in front of them stood a deformed mass of obsidian rock , with spires poking out here and there . Under his foot the sand felt alarmingly hot and warm . It was so hot that Lord Kaisen felt the soles of his shoes melt , from the molten lava that carried dirt and debris , an insect like monster crawled out . It opened its mouth like it was yawning and then lunged at them . Rubeus didn't even flinch and let his familiar do the job , by the time his son's familiar was done - only glistening bones of the monster' s were left .

With over 14 points of saturation points, he had sufficient physical strength. He went to his room and open the big freezer and put all the dead bugs inside. That would stop the bodies from rotting before he extracted the usable ingredients from them. He then opened his sling bag and put all the gray-colored crystal on his bed. These soul crystals were the manifestation of the elemental affinity of beasts, the low-level beast in purple-bushes commonly had an affinity to Earth Elements. He had earned 4 gray-crystals from today's scouting. "Ah, Shit... NOT again!" Creed's hair stood up as he noticed something frightening.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

My blood boiled and I could feel my control slipping as I remembered the deep elegant voice of Leonard Marsden as he had burrowed inside my mind and how it had almost cost me my life. "Nesta." Devon whispered in my ear, bringing me back from my thoughts. His other hand was gripping my wrist tightly and I was almost scared to look down and see the claws that I knew were present at my fingertips. I gasped in horror and looked at Raphael and Winterlash, they were both staring at my face in amazement and I knew they were staring at my eyes; my already strange lilac eyes that now turned a yellowish gold when I was angry or distressed. I knew that they were aware of what had been done to me, that