Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

The peela insect in his brain certainly kept him passive and obedient. "As soon as the chains are removed, I'll attack. I can fight the peela." The airnot returned with a ten-foot-tall square machine rolling behind him. The trash collector scooted on large castors and stopped outside the fabric selling stall. A tiny green box to the side of the machine blinked the price of burning the garbage. He sighed. They were the garbage. Their alien master tossed the cloth door aside as his puffy red lips smiled in a slow twist of satisfaction. Varnas waved the machine toward their cages. Their death rolled closer, inch by inch.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

He could almost smell the blood drifting on the wind, alongside the screams. Wishing August was with them, Ralta held his ground despite his growing uneasiness. From the sound of the beasts, it would take far more than a single man to stop the things when they tired of the game they played and emerged from the trees. Without warning, one of the beasts came charging out of the shadows. Covered in white fur, it stood at least eight feet tall, eyes blazing yellow. Its lips twisted in an animal-like snarl of rage. The men near Ralta cried out, but he stayed firm.

In the middle of the clearing the pipes intersected and ended on a large round platform. They were both completely confused by the sight. Then they heard a sound. Quiet at first, but then louder and louder. Like an animal growling and roaring. And whatever it was, it was coming towards them. A huge beast emerged from one of the tunnels and one of their fellow passengers screamed in fear. Nio wanted to scream himself, but somehow managed to stop the scream in his throat. As he prepared to fight, the beast slowed down and upon closer inspection Nio realized it was a machine. One of the dwarven hellish inventions.

the Reaper remarked in a sinister drawl. My sigh rattled down the line. “It’s about Claw. He sent a rogue to torch the apartment with me and my mate inside. I want blood, and I want it today.” “Say what?” the Reaper blurted, sounding shocked. I overheard him clambering out of bed and storming through his den. I listened, hearing him muttering an order to one of his henchmen. “I need ya to locate the bear shifter, Claw, and deliver him down to the cage. Kill anyone who gets in yaw way. I don’t care how y'all do it but keep him alive. The Beast wants his pound of flesh, and I want the bastard to suffer.” He swung his attention back to our discussion. “Consider it done. So, what else do ya and

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.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

He watches me for a moment longer, then tosses back the last of his champagne. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s see what nothing looks like.” He leads me through the estate, down into the bowels of it—a corridor colder, darker, less polished than the rest. I don’t ask where we’re going. I just follow. And I remember. Eventually, we stop at a steel-reinforced door. Zeke punches in a code. The lock releases with a heavy, metallic click. Inside is a room that smells of rust and bitterness. Vance Moretti is cuffed to a chair. He doesn’t look broken. He looks bored. Like the only thing that annoys him is the fact he’s been inconvenienced.

Ezra’s sharp senses had caught the hidden device before I had—a Beast Lure, buried shallow in the soil here. Orcs have big frames, green skin, those jutting tusks gleaming even in shadow. Six, maybe seven feet tall, every muscle corded with strength. Not clever like goblins, they hunt in packs of five to eight, relying on brute force. The lure in my bag changes the hunt entirely. Instead of me tracking them, it will bring them to me… all of them in the radius. That’s its danger—once activated, you fight until the waves are done, no pause, no escape. If your stamina breaks before they do, you die under a wall of muscle and rage. Most challengers wouldn’t risk it.