Beast Of Blue Obsidian Novels & Stories

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.

“She is no queen of ours when her beast has no rank.” In the North, beasts are ranked according to the color of their eyes, with come in five different colours. The bottom of that rank are omegas who have blue eyes, then just above them are the gamma beasts who have emerald green eyes which is identical to the beast that Ilena had shifted into. Just above the gamma beasts are the beta beasts who have Amber or golden coloured eyes and then at the top is the alpha beast who has crimson red eyes. It’s rare but a few beasts born from the original bloodline, can transform into a modified form of a beast but much more stronger and faster, they are called lycans and are identified by their pitch bl

Kieran breathed, his voice tinged with awe and trepidation. Damien approached the bier, looking down at the ancient bones. Elias Blackwood. A forefather, perhaps the one whose actions had inadvertently or deliberately brought this curse upon his line. “The ritual requires a piece of the remains,” Kieran explained, his hands trembling slightly as he unfurled a small, aged cloth bundle. “And a blood offering from a living descendant of the Blackwood line. It creates a bridge, a focus for the spirit.” Damien nodded. He had already prepared for this. He drew his knife, making a small, clean cut on his palm. Blood welled up, dark and vibrant against his skin.

Mason demanded. “I think I know,” Lucas explained. “It looks as if she’s suffering a forced shift.” “But how? She’s human,” Mason asked, unable to believe it. Lucas jerked his head at me. “Does she look human to you?” He was the only one who seemed excited about this. “Do you notice her eyes? They are usually blue, not amber. I’m telling you . . . she’s shifting.” Mason secured Austin's belt above the gunshot wound on his thigh. It stopped the blood flow and enabled him to limp unaided.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

He made it a point to note that he needed to make her pay but for now, he had more pressing needs. No one knows what he was doing so they had no fucking right to blame him for anything. He needed to let his beast out. It needed fresh blood. The blood of the hag would have served as the best meal to his beast but he couldn't. Not that he cared about her four hundred lives but he had to keep the promise he made.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions. “Isn’t that Hanny? Our Hanny Lin Rosenda?” Sumico was seen gasping for her breath. She pointed at the young lady still squatting on the floor. “Oh, for Venus’ sake… You’re damn right, Sumico…” Evania was also seen gasping for her breath. “The big, blue monster… Isn’t that a yaksha, Evania?” Sumico drew her conclusion looking at the big, blue monster standing in front of their best friend. “I think you’re right...” Evania agreed to her best friend’s conclusion.