Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

Kayla curled over, her head buried in her hands as she swam in her fear. Kayla's nightmare snapped into reality when a thunderous animal-like growl resounded in the atmosphere. She looked up and beheld a 9ft, massive black fur-covered beast with red eyes decapitating and smashing the heads of the vampires with only the wave of his hand, picking some in his hands and ripping their bodies apart, growling fiercely. These creatures existed?

"A Behemoth can be lured out of hiding with the right kind of bait. And once it's out in the open, it's vulnerable. You can capture it, contain it, and destroy it." I felt a glimmer of hope at Mr. James' words. Could it really be that simple? Could we really catch and destroy this monster with just a little bit of bait? "But what kind of bait?" I asked, feeling eager to get started. "There are a few options," said Mr. James. "You could try using something that emits a certain scent, for example. Or you could use a decoy - something that looks and sounds like what the Behemoth likes to hunt. Either way, it will be dangerous. You need to be careful, and you need to be prepared."

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Wyatt The Beast blocked me out as I tried to force my way through the chaos of energy discharging throughout our territory. My panic and distress were nothing to him as he glanced over our shoulder, towards the island, towards Bri, before he pursued his trekking around the swamp. The boys whined in protest, Beau elicited a short-lived snarl before The Beast projected his aura forcing everyone to comply. Heads down, ears slack, tails tucked.

these words sounds familiar to me, including his presence and scent, 'strike it out Melanie it's impossible' "Umm I'm Melanie the lady who is meant to be your wife" "Get out!!" " Are you really that cool, driving me out with out hearing me out, your workers must be suffering " I said almost commanding. " Go straight!" " Well I'm here to strike out our difference, I'm not willing to marry you and I don't think you're so let have a contract marriage " " Why?" " Cause I'm not interested in living with a stranger, and perhaps I've a mission I've to accomplish within one year, so let's have a one year contract marriage "

“No. I’m not sure. The reason why I didn’t attend the auction was that Moses warned me about it.” “Moses Braddson?” Of course, like Terzo said, the Krosses and Braddsons shared the same common ground. The Kross Industries and the Hover were working together on the biggest project in history. “He warned me about the Beavers’ involvement in the trafficking ring that there’s gonna be a set of women to be sold at the auction. Your Italian mafia friend would be there. So I thought you’d like to save lives.” “You should have warned me first.” I sighed deeply, staring at him, but I felt like there was more to this story, and he hadn’t told me everything.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

The ground shook violently. Let out a loud painful scream. It sounded like a thousand saws cutting through hard stone. The red dust on the horizon was not a cloud it was a wall of moving metal. Millions of red robots were flying through the air crashing into each other like angry bees. Behind them ten giant machines, the Harvesters emerged from the sand. Their red eyes glowed with heat that made the air move like water.