Beast Of Blue Obsidian Novels & Stories

There were two big golden snakes faintly rotating above them, enveloping the Beardie’s fists with thick energy. Beardie squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and roared. Under the gaze of everyone’s attention, he punched the obsidian in front of him. The obsidian made the pinging sound again as the lamp above the obsidian lit up.

"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.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

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.

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

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.

A body emitting celestial light tumbled out, that angelic light began sinking beneath the dark surface. Our body moved towards it, but we were not alone. The Beast’s senses honed in on a 12-foot predator catapulting through the water toward our helpless prize. The light glowed from beneath murky water, rippling streams of it flowing through its ambiguous depths and spreading out. The Beast focused on his target ignoring the fleeting brush of fur to skin. Our arm skimmed the illuminated body sending an all too brief exquisite humm through us.