Cold Blooded Beast Novels & Stories

And because he knew what kind of beasts they were, he knew what strong points they possessed. The first beast was the Steel Bodied Mantis. It was a creature that was 2 metres in height. It looked like a giant praying mantis, and it was just as grotesque. It was a creature that had an extremely tough exoskeleton, just like most of its insect companions. Its defense was near impenetrable, which was why it was called the Steel Bodied Mantis.

With that silly question, she opened her mouth to answer as well. When she heard that she would have to check her body in general, Selina's face suddenly felt insecure. Because even though she was in human form, a body her still had the hypothermia and heartbeat of a Wolf. So if she let humans check, her true identity would indeed be discovered. "No! I don't need to go anywhere.” Suddenly Selina shouted, surprising Hebe and the others.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Because, it was almost impossible to get the core in their place let alone. "Alright, the third item is this thing! In this last item is a beast core!" The auctioneer said, taking out a large box containing a beast core that was the size of a five-year-old's body and also had a strong aura. All eyes were immediately mesmerised by the core beast, and from the energy that came out they could confirm that the element inside was fire. The fire was so strong that it was probably at the peak of fire itself, the second elder's observant eyes saw a drop of blood in the centre of the core that it was probably the pure blood of the beast.

A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of my mind, faint and distant, a primal warning that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t place it — it wasn’t my own fear, but something else, something ancient and wild, screaming at me to run. The Blue Moon Beast was the apex predator of the Black Forest — ten times more savage than a hellhound. Any creature that entered its territory, werewolf or otherwise, didn't leave alive. "I want to take one home — Damien, isn't it pretty?" Wendy raised her bow and nocked an arrow. "Don't!" The arrow was already in the air.

Its black, spiked body rippled with dark energy, and its glowing eyes locked onto him with predatory hunger. “Survive,” Malrik ordered, stepping back into the shadows. “And show me you’re more than a scout. Prove to me that you’re the First Soldier.” The beast roared, charging at Bruce with terrifying speed. Bruce didn’t flinch. He shifted instantly, his wolf form springing forward to meet the creature head-on. Their clash was a blur of claws, teeth, and raw power. The beast’s strength was overwhelming, but Bruce’s agility allowed him to dodge its attacks, each movement calculated and precise.

It had a single horn above its head, and its massive body was covered with red scales that looked like flames. It had a long tail, and the tip of it had a ball of flame. After the beast appeared, the temperature within the Tomb World immediately began to rise. “What the hell is that…” “Igneous?” “You’re right. That’s an Igneous. Rumor has it they are giant beasts that live within the cracks of the Genesis World’s gray zones. “I’ve also read about them in ancient books. Within some of the Genesis Worlds’ gray zones, there are cracks filled with lava. These beasts rely on the lava to survive.”

He refused to call on the gold. 01:45. The thermal scanners caught a massive heat signature plowing through the storm. A mutated elk, the size of a transport truck, lumbered into view. Calcified bone-spurs plated its hide. Black fluid dripped from its antlers. It fed on irradiated moss, layering its own flesh with iron-dense armor. That much meat would feed the starving people at our gates for a week. The beast snorted. The wet, rattling sound vibrated through the loose topsoil. It moved toward the dead pine, sniffing at the disturbed dirt over the snare.

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.”