Cold Blooded Beast Novels & Stories

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Straining against Ulna’s grip, the beetle bucked again as Marcia started to slice upward toward the beast’s head, orange blood beginning to flow from the deep cut she was making. ‘Tell Marcia to steer clear of the blood, it’s called a lava beetle for a reason, they live in magma and their blood is as equally hot, so if you touch it, your skin will melt,’ Fafnir said, dashing forward to grab the beetle’s now distracted head to prevent further bucking.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Danica whispered, her hand moving to the small knife she kept at her belt. A massive beast lunged out from the shadows. It looked like a hybrid of a mountain lion and something far more ancient, its fur matted with dark blood. Its mouth was smeared with red, likely from a fresh kill in the woods, and its yellow eyes were locked on them. "Stay back!" Cassandra hissed, stepping in front of Aubrey. The beast roared and leaped. Cassandra didn't hesitate; she met it mid-air, her medical bag flying to the side as she struggled to keep the creature’s jaws away from her throat. The animal was fast, its claws tearing through Cassandra’s trousers and deep into her belly.

“In the river. And something bit him, I saw it, it was a snake, a big one. A taipan, I think.” I froze. My blood ran cold. “A taipan?” Cora's head jerked up. “Yeah,” she said grimly. “They sometimes invade the riverbanks during the heat season. We've had incidents before... not like this though.” Holy hell. A taipan. Most venomous snake in existence. Even a werewolf’s accelerated healing couldn’t keep up with the kind of neurotoxin this monster pumped into its prey. That venom didn't just bite, it shut you down. Muscles. Nerves. Breathing. Everything.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

I growl, making him step back. On that note, I spin on my heel and stride from the room. I am quite familiar with the Golden wolf, although in my opinion, it would have been more aptly named the Tarnished Scrawny dog. Its clientele are not the best that the city has to offer. Because of that, I will be quite at home there as I search for the man who has the jewelry I seek.

Then the cold detonated. It wasn't a fire explosion. It was a shock wave of pure ice. A an ear-powdering sound filled the gorge as the thermodynamic inversion rapidly wet through the structure of the creature. The boiling polymer instantly solidified to dark blue ice. The blades in the middle of the movement. The ice shot out through the door gap and, like a bright blue flash, ran down the remaining ranks of the beast. A last, tortured, mechanical circle echoed from the canyon outside,

A body emitting celestial light tumbled out, that angelic light began sinking beneath the dark surface. Our body moved towards it, but we were not alone. The Beast’s senses honed in on a 12-foot predator catapulting through the water toward our helpless prize. The light glowed from beneath murky water, rippling streams of it flowing through its ambiguous depths and spreading out. The Beast focused on his target ignoring the fleeting brush of fur to skin. Our arm skimmed the illuminated body sending an all too brief exquisite humm through us.