Novel & Cerita Beast Of Blue Obsidian

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

Lark Oz said excitedly and the workers brought the carpet down and it revealed a huge blue snake, a huge grey bear with three eyes, and a black gorilla. The crowd was shocked when they saw the spirit beasts. Almost all of the people present knew the spirit beasts in front especially the Beast Tamer Masters. Lark Oz saw the shocks and excitement in their eyes. His white teeth shone as he smiles. “Everyone seems to be excited, aren't we? Let me introduce you to the Blue Venomous Snake, Third-Eyed Grey Bear, and Cursed Gorilla. All these three are rare types of spirit beasts. Exciting, right?” Lark Oz saw the shock in some people's faces who didn't know what type of spirit beasts that are in fr

Our senses awaken from the age of fourteen with enhanced hearing, eyesight, smell, healing and strength. Up until the age of seventeen we are all equal and depending on the beast you get your rank within the lair will determine your future. Sires usually get an indigo beast and rarely a violet one. A violet beast is the strongest one and you are feared and revered when you are blessed with one. Blue beasts are usually a sign that you will be a good second commander or just second in command of the liar, like the co-captain. Green beasts are specialized, they become doctors, trackers, investigators and so forth.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

Their ability to adapt to any situation and make it their own. Once their powers awakened, they could mimic anything and everything, blending naturally into the background. That was why they were called Obsidian. But their fur was white. Special. Rare. Dangerous. Tobias was pacing now. “We are doomed if that’s who I think it is. You know the deep shit we’re in, right?” I took a deep breath. I knew too well. “Relax, Tobias. She doesn’t know anything. And we aren’t even sure…”

Something darkly amused. “Only when I tell him to.” Nero walks toward us with eerie calm, massive paws silent against polished marble. He goes directly to Leon first. The huge dog brushes briefly against Leon’s leg before settling beside him again, sitting tall and silent, a bodyguard waiting for orders. Watching me carefully. The thick collar catches the chandelier light again and I understand exactly why it unsettles me. Controlled power, danger chained by someone even more dangerous. A cold shiver slides slowly down my spine, Leon sees it.

Then, in the misty forest, a red wolf with a half-skull face appeared, and in the bottomless sea, an ancient beast known as the Ancient Sea Beast—the symbol of the Blue Whale tribe named Dick. “I never expected him to come back to life! Not just him—the Kraken and the Black Shark King have come back to life too. But these are their corpses; it’ll be hard to defeat them if they join forces!” said the whale ancestor, gazing into the distance. There was a blue whale, an octopus-like creature with a gigantic body, and a black shark whose belly was visible. They were clearly all corpses, and he wasn’t sure if he could fight all three of them because the power of those three beasts was on par with

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) You cannot bleed a stone, and you cannot suffocate a fire that breathes magma. The Magma-Beast hauled the rest of its massive, formless bulk out of the crater. It had no eyes, no mouth, no face—just a towering, thirty-foot-tall shifting mass of liquid yellow-white fire, armored by jagged, overlapping plates of cooling black obsidian. The heat rolling off it was so intense that the wooden awnings of the nearby merchant stalls spontaneously burst into flames.

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.