Cold Blooded Beast Manga Novels & Stories

but in their small underwater cave, the elders deployed a lot of spirit stones to keep the waters warm. “um, I think the problem is much more severe than thought…” Everyone who entered with them started to shiver. Even Bai started to shiver a bit. He took out a heavy blanket from his space and wrapped both Wen and himself on it. Wen Ro’s body was warm. “why are you so warm?” “I’m an ice beast. I enjoy the cold climate and I can regulate my temperature to my liking. Plus, I have the fire spirit.”

------------------------------ Back in the suffocating depths of the Sulfur Sinks, the white steam began to clear, revealing a scene of raw, primordial carnage. Dmitry’s beast form had not retreated from the magma. Instead, the intense heat had triggered a violent evolution within the Void-Strain. The flesh along his spine had split open, hardening into jagged, volcanic plates that absorbed the molten rock, turning his fur into a smoking carapace of cooled slag and shadow. He let out a roar that shook the stalactites from the cavern ceiling, a sound that was half-wolf, half-demon, and threw his entire weight against the weakened center of the portcullis.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

All of the gentleness and tenderness had vanished from his face as his true beastly nature was revealed. He ripped the shoulder strap of my red dress. The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet hall. The dress fell open, revealing my shoulder and exposing my skin to the cold air, immediately raising goosebumps on my skin. Felix traced his fingers across my collarbone. His claws were sharp, and they cut right into my skin, drawing blood from within. A single bead of blood dripped down my chest. "It smells so amazing," Felix said, inhaling the scent of blood deeply and closing his eyes in ecstasy.

Caleb roared into the comms. His silver-gold tattoos flared so brightly they illuminated the pitch-black trench. He caught the tentacle with his bare, armored hands. The sheer physical momentum of the beast should have crushed him, but Caleb's kinetic dampeners absorbed the blow. The water around him instantly vaporized into a massive bubble of superheated steam. With a feral, guttural snarl, Caleb spun in the water, using the beast's own momentum against it. He literally tore the tentacle from its base, dark, glowing blue blood erupting into the water like oil.

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

Xavier. I gasped against his shoulder as he lifted me completely out of the water and carried me to the edge. My entire body shook violently. “Thank—thankfully,” I whispered, teeth chattering. “I’m… I’m still alive.” He sighed sharply, pulled off his shirt, and wrapped it around me. It was warm. It smelled like cedar and winter and something dangerously comforting. Then Xavier turned. His expression changed—cold, sharp, furious. Jessica blinked at him from the other side of the pool. “Xavier, it wasn’t even—”

A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

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