Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

She heard the sound of music. “This morning that is playing music is also such a loud voice? Does anyone else live in this house?” Her attention was drawn to the other side because Grasis was such a road type person that she was thinking that maybe he doesn't even listen to music etc. Hearing this sound, she started walking towards to clear her confusion, but as soon as she reached this place, she was shocked to see the scene. There were a lot of machines in this place where he was busy exercising. He was completely drunk with sweat. Due to the naked body, he was looking more clear and beautiful.

“Let…me go!” Evan tightened his hold on his neck, crushing him tightly making it impossible for him to breathe, “Iam afraid I can't do that, Gevin. Do You know the beast doesn't leave his captives? You should have thought about the consequences of coming after the Beast, coming after me. Now Death is certain for you,” He growled, putting the cold barrel of his gun directly to Gevin's forehead who wiggled in his hold. Cried and begged but Evan didn't care. “Now now, Goodbye, Gevin..” The cold beast took over Evan and He pulled the trigger, ending his bloody life in his hands.

With that announcement, she marched out of the room, her footsteps echoing like gunfire in the quiet space. “Crazy bitch,” Hugo muttered, shaking his head while watching her leave. He turned back to the tech guy. "How is it coming along?" “I’m still on it,” the tech guy responded, furiously clicking through screens. "I think I’m about to hack in." Hugo leaned over, watching carefully as colors flashed across the monitor. A moment later, a map with several red dots appeared. "I’m in!" the tech guy exclaimed as he clicked one of the red dots. "This one belongs to Don Deangelo!" he added, watching the tracker that beeped on the screen steadily.

And then the trap sprung. A low hum filled the chamber, rising rapidly in pitch until it became a piercing, high-frequency shriek. It was a sound designed not for the ears, but for the soul. The [Wailer's Beacon], a Night Market artifact, activated. To a human, it would be a mild headache. To a werewolf, it was psychic agony. It was a drill boring directly into their instincts, flooding their minds with terror, rage, and paranoia.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

A male beastman took the lead, stepping forward quickly to inquire. Ben looked at the endless, aggressively surging crowd behind him, his brow furrowing slightly. With a rough count, there were actually as many as forty or fifty people! He answered steadily: "Correct. This object is called a fire cage, fifty blue beast crystals each." This male beastman who took the lead had no mate. Coming here this time was originally just to join in the buzz and watch. But seeing this palm-sized object priced as high as fifty blue beast crystals— He only felt the price was on the higher side. A heavy look of hesitation instantly surfaced on his face.

Now, everything feels mean and different. Joe walks to the very back of the room. He sees a special matte-black machine on a high rock platform. Joe never sees this ride before. It looks super rare and costs too many pack resources. Joe stops for one second. Then he jams his knife deep into the back wheel. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! A loud pack alarm screams through the building. All the bright torches and crystals light up at once. Joe jumps back. Big iron bars start sliding down over the windows and doors to trap him inside. Joe runs as fast as his legs can go toward the main exit.

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.