Cold Blooded And Bizarre Novels & Stories

I muttered. Before the thing could move another inch, I lifted my hand slightly and released my energy fully. Frost exploded across the floor instantly, racing toward the creature with violent speed. The leech froze solid mid movement. A sharp crack echoed through the bathroom. Then silence. Jason stared at the frozen thing for a second before his expression darkened dangerously. “The attacker this time isn’t ordinary,” he said quietly. I agreed immediately. Rogues were one thing. Dark magic was another. And whatever the hell melted that corpse earlier clearly belonged to something far worse than ordinary enemies.

“I thought they had all been eradicated years ago.” “A what?” Astrid asked, shuddering as she dropped the dead animal. “Molespake,” Serra replied. “A gruesome cross between a mole, a spider and a snake. No one knows where it first came from. We only know that it lives underground and seeks warmth. A Human body is perfect.” Astrid shuddered at the mention of spiders then grunted as Sigwulf crouched down next to her and started a close inspection of her bare legs. “And just what do you think you are doing, Sir Knight?”

Their blue hooves look no bigger than my pinkie finger. How can something so tiny be so deadly? But I know one bite from a nyxie and your entire body shrivels up. A shudder runs through me—and it’s not just from the thought of being drained. The temperature here is more like a giant fridge than a stockroom. “Why is it so cold?” I murmur to Caleb. “Because we’re in Scotland,” he whispers, pulling a slingshot from his back pocket. “And nyxies freeze their prey so they can eat them later. Watch out for any body parts they’ve probably stashed around here.”

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

The laboratory didn’t just smell of chemicals; it tasted of ancient rot and artificial lightning. As the Ghost Wolves—those twitching, violet-veined abominations of my father’s desperate making—scrambled out of their shattered glass coffins, the temperature in the room plummeted. They didn’t move like the wolves of the Roux pack. There was no grace in their limbs, no ancestral intelligence in their eyes. They moved with a jerky, stop-motion horror, their bones snapping and resetting with every lunging step, as if their bodies were rejecting the very muscles that drove them forward.

I pried my head out of the shattered window glass trying to see if I could get a glimpse of the creature. It made a chirping sound like that of an owl and I found myself gaping at the creature. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. I didn’t even think animals like it existed and from the way it looked, it was definitely an abomination that should not have been created. There was no way that it was born like that without the need for a spell to change its form. It was an owl, big enough to lift the car if it wanted to. Its claw were sharper than the ones an owl would have. its body was that of a lion, having the tail of a dragon. It was as magnificent as it was terrifying. Everything about

After all that is my curse as well, but For a vampire it comes at a great cost. To live they must consume blood, unlike myself who can live perfectly well from normal food. When a vampire stops consuming blood, after the first few decades of starvation, the body goes into a sort of hibernation. It shuts off and crusting over in a sort of self preservation like state. From what I have been told its quite excruciating. The starvation is agony, but the last stage of preservation is next to having concrete injected into your blood stream. There are ways of speeding up the preservation process, its a skill I have learnt to hone in my time as executioner. You have to “bleed" the vampire. The more

"Everybody to the bench area right now. Kane and Elias, you two stay right here with me." The whole team gathered near the boards. The coach looked between Kane and Elias with a serious, confused face. Coach asked first. "What exactly happened out there? I saw something I cannot even begin to explain." Kane kept his answer as careful as possible. "I have a rare condition. It gives me extra strength and sometimes affects my eyes when adrenaline hits hard. That is all it is." The rookie player spoke up next. "Condition? Come on, Kane. Your eyes glowed gold and those teeth were pointed. I saw them clear as day."

There were more people around than there were on the first morning after I arrived, going about their day, handling their chores, and most definitely dressed for the cold. Supernatural creatures who are able to shift barely feel the cold. It was not in their nature to want to warm themselves since their body always ran hot. But this place was either suppressing their ability to keep warm or it was extremely cold for anyone to adapt to. I would much rather have it be the latter than the former, even though deep down I knew which one of the two was true. I stood there for a few seconds just looking at the people, wondering if I hated them for not answering to my cry for help on the mating cere

she nodded. She finds this case kind of odd. Selective and Total Mutism are very different from one another. Selective Mutism is a complex childhood anxiety disorder characterized by a child's inability to speak and communicate effectively in select social settings, such as school. These children can speak and communicate in settings where they are comfortable, secure, and relaxed, while Total Mutism is when a person doesn't speak totally, under any circumstances. So how come these two things possibly coexist with their diagnoses?