Novel & Cerita Beast Machines Rattrap

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!"

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

Elara screamed, her voice tearing her throat as she ran after him. The wind from the mountain did not just blow, it struck. A big shockwave of light tore through the trees breaking them like glass. The first machine had reached the gate, its iron front grinding against the wall with a scream. From the fog, a big silver wolf appeared. Damon's wolf form was a sight as he jumped onto the machine, his claws tearing through the brass tubes. The machines steam valves blew with a pitched scream and the soldiers inside started shooting. "Hold the line!" Miller's voice echoed through the watchtowers as the people started throwing rocks and bombs at the machines.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

ZORYA The city turned against me without warning. One moment I was crossing the lower concourse of Lunaris—stone bridges, glowing sigils embedded in the streets, the comforting thrum of wards beneath my feet—and the next, the air shifted. The sound vanished first. Then the light bent, shadows stretching unnaturally long. My wolf snapped to attention. Trap. I barely had time to pivot before the ground erupted. Shadow wolves poured from the cracks between stones—wrong things, half-formed, their bodies made of smoke and hunger, eyes burning with borrowed Alpha magic. Chains followed, forged of enchanted silver-black metal, snapping around my wrists and ankles before I could fully summon my powe

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th