Immortal Blizzard Beasts Novels & Stories

"Sister, don't listen to him." I don't know what to do. On one hand, the human side of me really wants to stop but I know I won't win that battle because the unnatural side me, the one with the beast inside of me is in control and it's almost impossible to be me again once Aurora is fully out of her cage. "Heaven that's enough!" In comes Amelia's stern voice. Her voice startles me so much that I immediately let go of Sky. I feel numb and confused as I watch Nikolina rush in to tend to Sky. Why are they here and most importantly, when did they get here?

Tears overwhelm Damian’s bruised face as he learns that the one who created him had somehow betrayed him. "I have lived as a child. I have been imprisoned as an adult for reasons unknown. My family is no longer with me and friends have never been there in the first place. I have been denied release… no! I will spring free from here, I will find Selene’s children! I will kill them all. My path is now clear! I will not be denied revenge. Selene, prepare yourself for a war you won’t believe!” Damian growls. He had promised to all of them that he would never be denied again. His memory was erased by the Sisters of Fate but if there is one thing that Damian can do it is to fight. The hands of dea

Isobelle It had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

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.

He is just hoping that the wind will carry out his longing for her. Once again, Quen said, "Make a getaway route. We're retreating from this unknown fight, and we're going home." "Fiends. Beasts of the wild." His troops let forth another sharp groan. "They are not humans!" "Goodness! Beasts! Destroy them before they destroy us!" Quen called out. Their men started shooting at the wild beast, but one of the animals leapt before his men could even target it closely. He seems to be leading this pack of wolves, and he seems to be furious with Blaze as he is gazing intently at the boss.

But then, their work was interrupted. A breach ripped open in the cosmos, and beasts from other dimensions poured through it. The High Immortals were caught off guard, but they fought back and sealed the tear. After that, they swept through every corner of creation, hunting for more breaches and closing each one they found. It still wasn’t enough. Some of the creatures that crossed over were worse than the Greater Beasts that had once ravaged Earthland—stronger, uglier, built for ruin. The High Immortals destroyed them, but the cost was brutal. Most were left too badly damaged to remain, forced to withdraw to the higher dimension.

One of the warriors announced. The earth vibrated by sheer terror of whatever approached. The heavy steps grew louder, indicating it was hundreds, maybe thousands of beasts approaching. Soon we could see an army of ten foot tall creatures with eyes as dark as night approaching us from every corner. It was as if they were spawning from the earth. They were beasts, created by Ymir's dark magic. She must have summoned them to fight for her. “What the hell are those things?” One warrior asked. “Who cares?” Zach retorted. “If it can walk then it can die. Warriors! Charge at the enemies!!! Kill them all!!!”

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”