Immortal Blizzard Beasts Romane & Geschichten

The forest was a crucible. Feral beasts roamed, set loose from ancient cells beneath Blackmoon’s earth—hulking creatures bred to tear, to test, to kill. A jagged-toothed bear charged at them first, snarling with a madness in its eyes. Lucian tackled it without hesitation, ripping into its throat while Jace circled to keep it from flanking. Rayne lunged in, claws flashing, landing the finishing blow as Lucian tore the creature’s head sideways with his jaws.

The land split from the sheer force of it. Aiden rallied the warriors. The tides of battle turned. Scene 6: The Forgotten Beast But Varyn was not done. He drove his obsidian pendant into the earth. The sky above them shattered like glass. From beyond the veil descended a colossal beast—formless, smokey, its howls distorting the air. “The First Failure,” Elder Ruel whispered. “An Echo that predated the First Wolf.” Varyn collapsed, blood at his lips. “I thought… I could tame it.”

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

you take care of him" She replied annoyed and snatched her flute from her hands before walking away. Maya rubbed her face exhausted. "Why are you doing this, Damon?... Mira is not made for you!" Damon smirked when Dil crossed the leading horses. "That's my girl... You are made for me, just like your owner... Fiery and strong!" "His elbow is bleeding!" Durga said in panic. "Is this race more important than his life?" "You don't know, babe!"

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

He was what they called a divine beast. He had surpassed the ranks of ordinary beastmen and was halfway into the divine realm of immortals. In all the history of beastkin, there had been a few divine beasts—like dragons, unicorns, and celestial wolves. Most of them had ascended into the heavens to become immortals after reaching enlightenment. But down here in the mortal world, only Kaelen, the gray fox, was left. At this point, Kaelen might just be the strongest being in existence. He was basically the ruler of this world.

“We saw what he did to Kingdoms. Burnt to the ground, bodies stacked like kindling. You think that beast will spare you?” His blade flashed. “Don’t touch me!” I snarled, kicking out. “Restrain him if you have to—just get him out!” Hands grabbed at me, dragged. The hook ripped free from the floor. My body lurched. And then— A sound. Low. Deep. A growl that didn’t shake the air so much as strangle it. Every head turned and the tent behind them exploded. Canvas ripped. The wind surged. Vael. No roar. Just that snarl. That monstrous stillness. Teeth bared. Eyes pitch-black and cold with killing.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.