Beast Of Blue Obsidian Novels & Stories

She had never seen Zayden so angry before, as if his beast had taken full control over him, as if he had become the monster every species in the world had been terrified of since time immemorial. What possibly could have driven him up the wall? “LIES!” he gritted the words out, roughly grabbing her by the chin and yanking her to face him up close. “Keep that up and I’ll rip you in half!” he threatened, every word spitting fire. Jasmine sucked in a sharp breath, using all her strength to loosen his grip on her chin. But he was as if made of mountains. Her measly strength couldn’t even budge him an inch.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

“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?”

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Light blue, like his eyes had been. Andrew's smile spread his lips as he stepped away from the newly turned vampire, his eyes roaming his body, then his fangs. Ian was no small boy, and since he hadn't been able to bring any of the real vampires, he would take a diluted blood. "Now, Ian. You belong to me."

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

He looked… cruel, immortal King. My instincts were urging me to run and hide but I couldn’t move from my spot. I was frozen, my eyes were stuck to the beast who was standing a there like he owned the world and everything and every person that existed on it. I couldn’t leave my friend behind. He had never turned his back on me and I was going to do the same, even if it cost me my life. Gideon was family and family was the only thing worth dying. “Aria?” My head snapped to the owner of the voice. My eyes connected with merciless, steel-gray ones. I shuddered at the intensity of his stare.

He told his director while taking off his gloves. "Everyone, lets rapid up and get moving. We don’t have all night. I have to get home to my daughter and read some bedtime stories to her. Don’t drag on! Move your weak legs faster! Alvin and Derrie! Do a patrol around the area and report back in fifteen minutes.” Joe shouted with power in his voice. No one spoke a word, although the dirt trembled from the movement of their boots. There under every blanket of the night are mysteries that disappear in the mist with the darkness. The owl knows these secrets and has seen the face of the beast. These creatures are not a puzzle to the wind. The breeze has watched them mutate into their original for

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”