Cold Blooded Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They will work day and night on our weapon. Every resource, and every ingredient will be ready. In two nights' time, the beast will be dead." **************** THE BEAST Within the forbidden chamber, bathed in the crimson glow of its recent feast, the beast lay sated. The taste of blood still lingered in its mouth, savoring the flavor as it basked in the afterglow of its carnal desires fulfilled. The beast's body shuddered. A ripple a strange metamorphosis surging from within. Paws contorted, bones shifting with sickening snaps beneath fur. Claws became blunt nails. Hindquarters elongated, warped, and reshaped.

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.

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!

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

I could smell the blood, the taste of the sweet metallic taste against my mouth. “Stop. Please, make it stop,” I chanted in the dark. When the throb flared out, overflowing and overwhelming my senses, my entire body began to shake. My knees buckled. A wave of dizziness and nausea made white spots dance in my vision. The monster’s head rotates unnaturally, narrowed eyes glaring down at me. “Tell me who’s hurting you? And it will all be over.” “It’s S-Sean. Please, make this stop.” I sucked in deep breaths, heaving uncontrollably, and shivering in the cold.

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

I roared, pinpricks of rage dotting my vision as I wound one large fist around the creature’s slack neck, the slick goo of its fluids matting my fur as I snapped it up before slamming the length of the creature’s body into the stone, stomping the skull of its head until it was all but paper maché before I whirled to face the banquet hall as more screams filled the air. ”Hector! Bossman!” Kalden’s harried voice floated across the foyer and I turned to see the giant brown wolf who was darting around a cluster of the hybrids, his iron claws slicing and dicing, unable to shake off the hunch of hybrids that were steadily climbing onto his back.

It was a disaster. The bloodstains on the ground were still obvious. Many demon beast corpses were lying around. The most rampant was a kind of wolf that had enormous bodies. They were nearly four meters in length, and their bodies were completely white. There were also odd demon beasts that were completely black and looked like hybrids of lions and pigs. “This is a Frostblade Wolf. It’s of the Cryo element,” Yuno pointed at a wolf’s corpse on the ground and said. After that, she pointed at a black one. “This is a Bloodthirst Swine. It has powerful attack powers.”

The Beast tilted its head slightly and I saw the pale eyes shift and I saw the hunger that it had been carrying since before the old laws were written rise to the surface and I felt the cold that it carried spread across the clearing and I knew that the moment that it had been waiting for was here. Then it moved and it moved faster than its size suggested and it lunged toward Nova and Kael met it head on and the impact shook the ground and claws clashed against steel and bone and Kael’s blade cut across its shoulder and the blade did not sink deep and the Beast did not bleed because the hide beneath was harder than flesh and the cold that it carried was the cold of the silence that had swall