Beast Machines Noble Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Alpha Felix clenched his fists and remained silent for a few seconds, before shaking his head in reluctance. “How could him?” Kronos Lang laughed sarcastically, “Because it’s nonsense. Let’s be honest. The reason Alpha Felix tells us this horrible story is because he needs a reason to unite The Red Moon, which will undeniably level up werewolves’ power and top the world, though violating the—.”

That was a problem they would inevitably face next. Kate's charming face grew serious, and she explained, “According to Grandpa, it's divided into three parts—mechanisms, beast trials, and human trials!” Mechanisms were easy to understand. Andrius had seen and experienced many over the years. However, what were beast and human trials? Then, he asked, “Tell me about the beast and human trials.” Kate nodded and began to explain, “The beast trial is actually a rare spirit turtle raised by the Turtle Sage called Baser. According to legends, Baser has been alive for thousands of years and possesses formidable strength far beyond ordinary beings.”

He immediately covered his trap back so that another beast can be able to fall inside. He left to get other powerful beasts that night and eventually got the nine strongest beasts that he wanted. The first one was the bull with rhino horns, the second was a half elephant half hippopotamus, the third was a half lion half grey falcon which is mainly known as a Griffin, the fourth was a half vampire bat half inland taipan, the fifth was a half panther half eagle, the sixth was a half monkey half scorpion, the seventh was an half blue ring octopus half fox, the eighth was a half grizzle bear half tiger, the ninth one was a half kangaroo half gorilla and the final one was a mixture of a cheetah,

“And it smells… beautiful.” Kaerith’s teeth pressed together as her hands clenched into fists in her lap, forcing a trembling breath out. Even as Rhazien spoke, Kaerith felt something far worse watching from beyond the dark. She felt a pulse. A hunger. It wasn’t Rhazien. It was the other one—the one they called the Beast. His shadow stretched across the chamber as he stood, his armor creaking. “To the court,” he snapped. The Woundmaidens seized Kaerith’s chain and dragged her toward the door, through the twisting tunnels of Murnokh, past rusted gates and bone lanterns.

But Tulugaak sensed they must reach dry land soon, or this water would swallow them alive. — A killing beast came from above, the flap of its wings a quiet swish through the air. The creature’s vast wingspan mocked Nukilik’s memory of its namesake, the great bald eagle of old. How it managed to navigate through the tree limbs was beyond Nukilik’s understanding. It glittered in the light, part flesh and part machine, a living, breathing, biomechanical war machine. Six-inch-long metallic hallux talons clacking as it descended, the beast went for the children.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Garrett behind them with eight Obsidian wolves in the organized controlled formation and behind them was Calista carrying something in her hand that the bloodline responded too. The anchor,my mother's anchor. The ancient rogues moved away from it. The Rogue King looked at the formation. "Nerissa!" Sera said. She was moving fast and Renna was flanking her. Garrett's formation spreads to cover the ancient rogues' scatter. Calista moved directly toward me with the anchor in her hand. She reached me and pressed the anchor into my hands. It was small and dark. The same stone composition as the luna stone but different

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Alpha Caius wouldn’t be pleased, their reactions said it all. There was silence for the rest of the ride to the pack. Soon, the Blood Howl Pack territory came into view and I was stunned. The landscape extended as far as my eyes could see, dotted with beautiful buildings. There was no doubt, this pack was the largest and richest pack in all of North America.

And surprisingly, I saw something like amusement on his face. “My name is Gabriel LaBête, King of Elyndor.” I blinked and paused for a moment before I burst out laughing. It was soft at first, but the more I thought about it, the louder it grew. “Right… of course you are,” I said in the most sarcastic tone ever. He didn’t look offended. No, he smiled like he had expected me not to believe him. I squinted, still smiling like his words were the best joke I’d heard all day. “So tell me, Your Majesty,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. “What is a king doing in a pub like this?”