Cold Blooded Beast Novels & Stories

That was the only difficulty here. “So you are the beast that dared to turn my people into zombies? You don’t look like much.” Aiden frowned upon finally meeting the beast that slept within the deepest crevice of the cave. It was a beast he had never met before but was familiar with from books and scrolls. This beast was called the Dust Basilisk.

John street. I run as fast as I can , but not too fast because I don't want humans to notice my super speed. I turn the corner to see darkness awaiting me. It was so dark that if it weren't for my night vision, I wouldn't have seen anything. In the distance, I see a silhouette of a person with his hands behind his back. I take a whiff off his scent and I instantly know that he's a rogue. I get closer to him and as if he sensed me, He turns to face me. He looked to be in his late thirties, but he's a werewolf so he might as well be 100.

I began to back away until Drago butts in. “Let me fight it!” He says in a dark tone. So I close my eyes and let him pass into my physical form. Pain had started to bubble from within me! My bones cracked, something was coming out of my skull, and my body felt as if it was on fire! I look down at my arms to see flesh and skin being melted off. What the hell is happening to me! That’s when it goes black!

There's winged Badbloods, there's four-armed man and woman, some have horns and tails, furry hairs like bears, tinted colored skin and eyes, and some looked like just a normal human. Rila didn't notice her teeth clattering inside in her mouth as she shift her eyes from one to another. She only met few Badbloods in her life and now looking at a number of them makes her want to throw up. The girl who claimed to have the gift of sight stepped forward. Her beauty is overwhelming and a strange force is burning around her. Rila can feel it like a warmth of bonfire. Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her.

And that's when a brilliant idea strikes my mind. The water....it can cover scents...what if it can also cover heat to some extent? Plus I was really thirsty. With tired limbs,I struggled to move towards the stream. Vary of every little noise, coming around me. 30 minutes into the rogue lands. And I sees it finally. A river flooding with water. Jumping into it, my wolf form immediately freezes under the - ve temperature of the water. My brown coat darkening as my body shivered. But I didn't cared.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

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.

Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room. “W-what’s happening?” I let out asking. “Both creatures intend to handle the pain…” he choked out, sadly. “…and, toss it away.” The rest was blurry afterwards. What I did notice, was Caspian’s beast taking my wolf in animal form. Pouncing, pummelling and probing my female area. While my wolf howled, with me on a surprisingly edge. The Queen-sized bed broke, from the amount of energy, splattering into pieces.

He laid on the ground for a long span of moments in a daze as the forest settled itself oncemore. The smell of damp earth and wet dog filled his nostrils as he lifted his head out of the dirt to face his killer. He eyed the beast from the ground up, noticing huge clawed paws made dull by a life full of running-- hunting. It's front and back legs were covered in sinewy muscle that trailed up to the creature's wide chest-- doubtlessly harboring gigantic lungs. From its bulky head and snout it displayed impressively sharp canines that resembled knives more so than teeth. The last thing he was able to notice were the eyes. The icy blue eyes of the quadruped beast that seemed to sparkle with....e