Immortal Blizzard Beasts Novels & Stories

The others followed him while Mina stood back to observe. The immortality of the beasts was quite different from normal. They could be killed but after some time, they would reappear with full strength. When wounded, the damaged area doesn't bleed but instead releases pure energy in a vapour-like form. The interval between the death and return of the beasts varied but since the beasts always came back, killing them was a waste of energy.

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

"Fuck that deal!" The Grand Ape King suddenly took a step forward, and his entire body seethed with killing intent as he said, "We've come to kill you. Since you're Hades True Immortal, then prepare to die!" Because of the dark remains of the Beast Clan's Second Sage, the Beast Clan's two immortals were both filled with hostility toward Hades True Immortal.

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

Any human who was foolish enough to venture into this place was either killed by the numerous ferocious Magical Beasts that roamed it, or was dealt with by the Barbarian Border Patrol Team. But for a human to survive the caliber of Magical Beasts around Intersection was nothing short of a miracle, and the Barbarian Border Patrol Team seldom had anything to do. For the beasts that lived on the three mountains were all powerful, and there were several Mythic Class Magical Beasts among them! Each mountain housed at least 100 Mythic Classes, 50 Pseudo Legendary Classes, and 25 Legendary Class Magical Beasts! This was a number that would dumbfound and terrify any human who heard it. After all, it

“If you remember…We didn’t end up happily last time, did we?” I pursed. “You have to understand,” he smirked as his fingers climbed up along my arm, passing my shoulder and resting on my neck. Then he gently stroked and brushed my skin, like a butcher grinding his knife in preparation for the kill. “There’s one thing I can do to make you belong to me. Do you know?” His words made me freeze. I gulped and shook my head. “You are clever, Valerie, very clever,” He inhaled deeply and whispered near my ear, But you seemed to forget one thing. If I want, I can turn you into an ‘immortal’. Just like me.”

"Tomorrow is the dawn of the New Moon. The Council demands that you participate in the Rite of the Chase. You will be sent into the forest of the Black Ridge. You will be the quarry, and Eilís will be the hunter." "You want him to hunt me?" I whispered, the horror of it cold in my veins. I remembered the night of the claim, the way his eyes had glowed, the way he had looked at me like I was nothing but meat and bone. What if he lost control? "If the bond is true," the old councilor said, "his wolf will find you, but he will not harm you. He will 'claim' you in the wild, and you will return to us together, your scents intertwined by the forest itself. But if he loses control... if the bond is

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.

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."