Beast Of Blue Obsidian Novels & Stories

When it was done, he dropped his hand and took a step back. “Last chance, human.” “Fuck you.” “I found something the other day that I’ve been dying to try,” Obsidian said as he stepped around the man and walked over to the table. “It’s called the Blood Eagle.” Obsidian leaned over and grabbed something from the table, but he turned away before I could see what it was. Instead of walking around to face the man, he stopped behind him.

It was sparking, leaking hydraulic fluid. But the light in its chest wasn't violet. It was blue. And it was holding something. A cylinder. The Titan raised its remaining arm. "Delivery..." the voice of Wulfric crackled through the speaker. "For... the pest." The Titan threw the cylinder. It arched through the air. It hit the Beast in the open mouth. The Beast swallowed it. For a second, nothing happened. Then, the Beast’s stomach glowed blue.

"Come on, we're going to riot the black castle, and Norma is responsible for this." Blue was sprinkled on Hana's body with a clear liquid. The slimy feeling made Hana feel disgusted. Blue said softly, "Take a moment; It will effect soon," "But we don't know what Professor Norma's spirit beast is?" Hana said sadly. "It's a dragon," Zeci interjected. "How do you know, Zeci," Hana asked in surprise. Zeci arrogantly said, "Spirit beasts always have a sense of scent. On Professor Norma, I smelled the taste of a dragon, a black dragon. I think so,"

"You don't realize what you're facing." Alexander held up his hand before Dominick could respond, and a terrible roar erupted. A huge shadow beast moved out of the woods, its body writhing with black energy and its eyes flashing with hatred, causing the earth under them to quiver. "No!" With a tense frame, Dominick lifted the Obsidian Stone and yelled. "Not right now!" However, the beast did not support him. It was for Lisa. Dominick's heart skipped a beat as the beast shortly disappeared into the darkness. He was aware of its direction.

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?"

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars. The vendor quickly reapplied the muzzle, patting the beastkin's powerful arm muscles. "Look at him, miss. He's got amazing stamina and recovery abilities. You can vent for two hours for a mere 2000 dollars. As long as you don't slit his throat and bleed him out, he'll recover." I was shocked. "Slit his throat and bleed him?" Were people really this twisted these days? How terrifying. Forget it. The one I had back home didn't let me touch him anyway. Since this one was cheap, I could very well just buy an obedient one.

"What monstrous killing intent!" All eyes turned toward the source of the roar. Then, their pupils contracted in sheer terror, and their jaws went slack. A colossal beast emerged from the darkness. Standing nearly 30-foot tall, its body was covered in obsidian-black scales. Its eyes glowed a menacing blood-red, exuding pure malice. Razor-sharp bone spikes jutted from its back, like spears forged from steel. Its massive limbs pulsed with raw power, each claw gleaming with an eerie, chilling light. It was a true nightmare given form.