Novel & Cerita Beast Machines Noble

The auction starts. It’s everything I should’ve expected and more. Guards flank the walls. Waiters flit between tables with wine. A screen lights up with items: guns engraved with old family crests, blades made of obsidian, stolen Fabergé eggs, ancient rings that once sat on the fingers of dead kings. I blink. So this is real mafia shit. Testosterone, money, and blood—it’s all in the air. Very on-brand for these psychos. Still... it gets boring quick. The novelty wears off after the fifth weapon with a blood-stained legacy.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

James sent a glance in Xatiaʼs direction. Adair furrowed her brows. “These monsters are all high-ranking monsters, though. Can someone really control them?” “Beast tamers can.” Xatia continued, “The Timaeus Sect has a beast tamer at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation. That person can control monsters.” “Abelard?” Adair exclaimed, “He’s here?!” “Think about it,” James said, “We killed those four Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation monsters, but we couldn’t find any of their Genesis Cores.”

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

… Zikk's brow furrowed as he sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from the beastmen general. And as he laid eyes upon the majestic figure of the golden beastman, standing tall amidst the chaos of battle, the name of a renowned beastman finally resurfaced in his memory. Golden Lion Riben. Legend has it that Riben, the mighty beastman, had unlocked the elusive King Form, a power that only a select few could harness and wield at will. If the whispers were true, and Riben had truly mastered the art of controlling the dangerous aftermath of this ability, then he was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with, deserving of a title that echoed his monstrous prowess.

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

Baby Robbie hurried over and pulled Jenson, who was filled with nothing but disgust, behind him. “You have to be careful, Robbie,” said Jenson in a concerned tone. Baby Robbie replied, “Don’t worry. I love fighting the most, and this is my first time battling wild beasts.” A pretty and flirtatious sneer appeared in Madam Nephele’s eyes as she said, “I hope you like them.” After saying this, Madam Nephele abruptly took out a sachet and squeezed it open. Then, she sprinkled the powder inside the tiny pouch onto Baby Robbie and Jens.