Cold Blooded Beast Novels & Stories

He looks down at me like he just realized I’m freezing. “Werewolves don’t feel cold like humans,” he says gruffly. “Our bodies run hot in the cold. It’s the heat that keeps the beast alive.” As if to prove it, steam lifts faintly from his skin where snow melts the instant it touches him. My teeth chatter harder. “Well, that’s great for you,” I mutter. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m turning into an icicle.” He looks past me at the blocked road, the dead creature, the wall of snow.

“Kill him!” Bathal snarled then howled. Beltza’s large black paws pushed and took a step forward. His claws dig and sink against the freezing cold stone floor with every step. It made a sound that made Calleb and Pilak grit their teeth. A sound similar to nails on a chalkboard. The beast of black and white opened his mouth. The beast was salivating as his eyes staring with intensity at the beast who just got up. The bigger beast’s eyes shone against the dark. His intent was clear. Death,

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside

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.

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.

We can already hear the loud splashing of water from the magical waterfall. The coldness chills us to the bones. "I wonder how the beast looks like," I said to Connor who was firmly controlling the reins. "I don't have any idea, either," he answered. "The ones who have seen it were already dead," he chuckled. "That only shows it's being cold-blooded. It doesn't let anyone who sees it live. It makes my hair stand," I said as I imagined deeply how it looks like.

"Below the stable drains! The Subterranean Beast Pits!" "The beast pits?" Valerius snarled, his fangs fully extending as a terrifying, rabid rage took hold of his features. "Why the hell would she be in the beast pits?!" Aurelius didn't answer. His glacier-cold frost surged around his body in a wild, uncontrolled vortex, turning the humid air of the subterranean stairwell into falling snow and biting frost. The stone walls cracked under the sudden, extreme drop in temperature as the Cold Prince moved at a speed that defied human biology.

he offered, and I expressed my agreement with a faint smile. I got up to freshen up a bit. My whole body was protesting from last night. The hard surface put too much pressure on my hips and back. I wish we had hot water right now to relieve me from my sore areas. The water we bathe in in this cave is chill, and a few minutes of dip is enough to make me shiver. Sometimes, I envy werewolves. They are naturally warm-blooded as they can generate enough body heat that protect them from extremely cold weather.

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

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