Novel & Cerita Jacob Holland Sea Beast

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

"Maybe your mother should have let you die. At least then, you wouldn’t embarrass the Alpha’s name." Jacob’s ocean blue eyes flickered with something aggressive and desperate before his body spasmed again. Muscles seized, his wolf squirming uselessly beneath his skin. It made me wonder if he even had a goddamn wolf. The tallest one grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head up. "Try. Just try." Jacob choked, veins standing out like cracks in porcelain. His teeth elongated, then snapped back. Blood flooded where his canines tore into his own lips. He gasped, struggling to get it together. "Stop—"

Then, in the misty forest, a red wolf with a half-skull face appeared, and in the bottomless sea, an ancient beast known as the Ancient Sea Beast—the symbol of the Blue Whale tribe named Dick. “I never expected him to come back to life! Not just him—the Kraken and the Black Shark King have come back to life too. But these are their corpses; it’ll be hard to defeat them if they join forces!” said the whale ancestor, gazing into the distance. There was a blue whale, an octopus-like creature with a gigantic body, and a black shark whose belly was visible. They were clearly all corpses, and he wasn’t sure if he could fight all three of them because the power of those three beasts was on par with

They were both grasping for explanations to comfort themselves. What Adrian didn't know was that the damaged ship he had dismantled had been sprinkled with beast-attracting powder. This was why so many beasts were attacking tonight. Inside the cave, the remnants of the ship further enhanced its allure to the sea beasts, causing both families to suffer this undeserved disaster. Five level-one spirit beasts charged ferociously at the Starks and Riggs in the houses. The scent of blood excited the sea beasts further. These five beasts were formidable opponents: two resembling jellyfish, two resembling sea turtles, and one looked like a menacing crab.

"It's okay. You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm your mate, and I know you will never hurt me. I just want to hold you. I've missed you Kendrick, please come to me" The beast sniffed loudly, drawing in more of her intoxicating scent. But that strange smell, the smell of the ocean made it growl in anger. It moved out of the darkness a little, intrigued by the young woman who didn't seem to be afraid of it. The beast didn't know why, but it felt its anger and rage fading off as it stared at the young woman with bright purple hair and silver eyes.

Lucas never thought a day would come when he'd come to the beast for help, but Behemoth had caused him to do that, and Lucas swore that he'd destroy him and whatever is left of him. As he descended, guilded by the mark Leviathan had placed on him, the pressure around him thickened. He passed countless shipwrecks, that were with no doubt caused by the ocean beast who wouldn't let any living come his way and survive. He'd wreck their ships, and feed on their souls. Lucas passed the bones of dead humans, and he came across dead gods that whispered, and cried for the release of their souls. It was a terrifying sight, but Lucas wasn't fazed by it. He continued his descent, and soon darkness, more

Hold it. After hours of pointless shopping we sit down at some private rooftop place for lunch that’s reserved only for us. My throat tastes like acid and my hands are cold. Vivienne orders seared Chilean sea bass with champagne beurre blanc. Bianca orders Wagyu steak with truffle butter and some ridiculous French side I don’t catch the name of. I order… nothing. Vivienne finally looks at me. “Are you alright, Camilla?” I nod. “Fine.” Her stare sharpens. “You’ve barely spoken.”

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

What a show! I pull away, cutting his kisses short. He cracks his eyes open, fondling my lower lip with his not-so-gentle thumbs. He can never be anything gentle. His touch can never be like my presumptive magical touch of the Greek God behind him. I would be whimpering in his arms right now if he was the one who was chewing my lips. Hell, I would still be kissing those sweet pink lips until now. "Are you okay?" This beast asks, cutting my cruise short.