Novel & Cerita Cold Blooded Beast

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

It was a disaster. The bloodstains on the ground were still obvious. Many demon beast corpses were lying around. The most rampant was a kind of wolf that had enormous bodies. They were nearly four meters in length, and their bodies were completely white. There were also odd demon beasts that were completely black and looked like hybrids of lions and pigs. “This is a Frostblade Wolf. It’s of the Cryo element,” Yuno pointed at a wolf’s corpse on the ground and said. After that, she pointed at a black one. “This is a Bloodthirst Swine. It has powerful attack powers.”

The Beast tilted its head slightly and I saw the pale eyes shift and I saw the hunger that it had been carrying since before the old laws were written rise to the surface and I felt the cold that it carried spread across the clearing and I knew that the moment that it had been waiting for was here. Then it moved and it moved faster than its size suggested and it lunged toward Nova and Kael met it head on and the impact shook the ground and claws clashed against steel and bone and Kael’s blade cut across its shoulder and the blade did not sink deep and the Beast did not bleed because the hide beneath was harder than flesh and the cold that it carried was the cold of the silence that had swall

His mood changes in an instant. He looks like Sunny just asked one of the most dangerous questions that she could ask. The sweetness of the candy is already gone and his stares send shivers down her spine. If glares can do something to a person then maybe she’s dead and cold meat already. That’s how dangerous he looks right now.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

"The forest. The freezing." The jade had shown us. Beneath the ground, buried ages ago, a divine beast corpse lay sealed. Not fully dead. Not alive either. Its heart still beat once every few hours, and every time it beat, the temperature collapsed instantly. Moisture crystallized in the air. Spiritual energy froze. Movement slowed. Weaker cultivators died where they stood. No snow fell because the cold was too absolute for natural precipitation. Instead, frost formed directly on surfaces. Trees crystallized. Air became razor sharp. Breath turned into ice shards. Even sound became muffled.

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark. A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower.

He looks down at me like he just realized I’m freezing. “Werewolves don’t feel cold like humans,” he says gruffly. “Our bodies run hot in the cold. It’s the heat that keeps the beast alive.” As if to prove it, steam lifts faintly from his skin where snow melts the instant it touches him. My teeth chatter harder. “Well, that’s great for you,” I mutter. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m turning into an icicle.” He looks past me at the blocked road, the dead creature, the wall of snow.

“Kill him!” Bathal snarled then howled. Beltza’s large black paws pushed and took a step forward. His claws dig and sink against the freezing cold stone floor with every step. It made a sound that made Calleb and Pilak grit their teeth. A sound similar to nails on a chalkboard. The beast of black and white opened his mouth. The beast was salivating as his eyes staring with intensity at the beast who just got up. The bigger beast’s eyes shone against the dark. His intent was clear. Death,