Immortal Blizzard Beasts Novels & Stories

All protocols have bowed to this day. A monster has fallen. An evil empire is no longer in existence. Peace has prevailed. Who would dare curse this day?! What else can ruin this day?

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him. He turned away, then left the room. Zane gave a small sigh and swallowed, his eyes trained to his feet. Only a human can bring forth his wolf after it leaves him tonight. And he needs her as a human. The night suddenly grew close, and the moon stood, shielded away behind the clouds like a shy maiden. Zane stood tall in the ring of fire, his usual coat around him, his hair left to dance with the wind. His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations.

he bellowed, his words echoing across the battlefield. With a resounding battle cry, the Immortals and Lycans charged forward, their combined strength and powers colliding with the creature. Sparks of magic and the clash of steel filled the night, illuminating the darkness that threatened to consume them. Fleur, her immortal abilities pulsing through her veins, unleashed her gifts upon the creature. She froze the creature, attempting to disorient and weaken it. Zeeb, his lycanthropic nature awakened, transformed into his powerful wolf form, his claws tearing into the creature's flesh.

Up till recently, there was always a pattern to it, but now it is very random. Blizzard is a sage spirit. His advice has proven to improve my capabilities significantly. As an Ice Phoenix, I can heal people and freeze things, still learning how to control the last one, though. Blizzard used to be a King among his species, till one day, his best friend betrayed and banished him out of his lands. A sad memory that always has him flying to his part of the realm.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

He looked… cruel, immortal King. My instincts were urging me to run and hide but I couldn’t move from my spot. I was frozen, my eyes were stuck to the beast who was standing a there like he owned the world and everything and every person that existed on it. I couldn’t leave my friend behind. He had never turned his back on me and I was going to do the same, even if it cost me my life. Gideon was family and family was the only thing worth dying. “Aria?” My head snapped to the owner of the voice. My eyes connected with merciless, steel-gray ones. I shuddered at the intensity of his stare.

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.