Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

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.

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

"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.

I'd been tracked, and for a very brief moment, I thought saved by a stranger, now I was being held captive in this gigantic castle with the beast and his brother. Then there was the cook that was too scared to make eye contact with anyone. Sounded very Disney-ish to me, but this was real life, and the gothic mansion was in the middle of the bayou. Surrounded by alligators, and slime. Things a person didn't run out into in the middle of the night in an attempt at escaping. Perhaps I'd find something worse in the swampy bayou close by, but on the other hand, what was worse than a wolfish beast with glowing yellow eyes, and the inability to keep a straight form. Were you human? Or a beast.

Felt the trap closing around me. Rex lunged at the Beast, not trying to kill it but to break the physical contact between us. His massive jaws closed around my waist and yanked me backward. The connection snapped with a painful tear, and I screamed. The Beast roared and lunged for me again, desperate to continue the drain. But Maya was there suddenly, her sword slashing through its form. It didn't hurt the creature, but it distracted it. "Get her back!" Maya shouted. "FALL BACK!"

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

“That one.” A small bear, half-buried under other toys. “Ambitious.” “I don’t do easy,” she said. She focused completely, guiding the claw carefully, her movements slower now, more precise than before. For a second— It looked like it might actually work. The claw dropped, grabbed the toy— And slipped. The bear fell back into place. Bella stared at it. Then at the machine. Then back at me. “Rigged,” she said. I laughed quietly. “Of course.”