Novel & Cerita Beast Machines Rattrap

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.

He was just standing behind me all this time looking unbothered but the tension was starting to get heavy and I felt like I couldn’t handle a situation like this any longer. I yelped when someone tried to reach out to me and grazed my arm. My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest but before he could actually hold on to my arm, Zeke pulled him away from me. Everything happened so fast that when I blinked, I saw the guy flying meters back across the forest. I couldn’t help but gasp. Zeke did that? But how? “Oh, I see what’s happening here.” The man with a scar on his face walked closer. “You are actually gatekeeping your prey.”

The beast had turned away, but finally, he stepped closer again. "Fuck! What words can I use to calm this monster in front of me?" Rain started to panic. "Stop it!" shouted Rain. Far from below, Rain heard a door slam. "Erica? Randall? Or Samantha? Not important! They won't make it in time to help me." Rain raised her left arm again. For the third time, the wind pushed the monster back. However, the creature gripped the plank floor with its claws and continued forward. His wings pressed against his body, his dark gaze fixed only on Rain.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

“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.

Jack said. They scrambled down the ventilation shaft, moving toward the parallel service tunnel where Grog had stashed his "vehicle." It wasn't a mining cart. It was a monstrosity. A rusted iron box welded onto a high-speed maglev chassis Grog had stolen years ago. It had a V8 engine bolted to the back for extra thrust. "She is named 'The Beast'," Grog said proudly, patting the rusted hull. They piled in. It was a tight squeeze. Jack sat in the front, Marcus at the controls (which consisted of a steering wheel from a 1990 Ford and a big red lever).

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.

Victor came back with a machine: a rat trap. The authorities had assigned the project to him, and he had spent months developing it. It worked on a principle similar to ultrasonic fish-stunning devices. The machine released sound waves that targeted the rats' brains, overstimulating their nervous systems and throwing them into a hallucination-like state that slowed their movements to a crawl. Once affected, they stayed dazed for nearly two hours. Nicole thought about it for a second. "So basically like cats with catnip?"