Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

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.

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.

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.

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

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

- Art and in a matter of second the drum water become acidic and the 2 Big Rats are struggling to go out but we are at the lid and not letting them getaway *SSQQQQUEEEKK!!!* during the struggle of the Rats, Jimboy immediately rush to the zombie earlier due to it was moving already! luckily he killed it again and loot the body he did the looting also to the slain Rat and surprisingly the Big Rat also has a Dark Crystal the 2 Big Rat stop squeaking already and Papa already loot them but *TUG TUG TUG* TUG* *TUG!*

He told his director while taking off his gloves. "Everyone, lets rapid up and get moving. We don’t have all night. I have to get home to my daughter and read some bedtime stories to her. Don’t drag on! Move your weak legs faster! Alvin and Derrie! Do a patrol around the area and report back in fifteen minutes.” Joe shouted with power in his voice. No one spoke a word, although the dirt trembled from the movement of their boots. There under every blanket of the night are mysteries that disappear in the mist with the darkness. The owl knows these secrets and has seen the face of the beast. These creatures are not a puzzle to the wind. The breeze has watched them mutate into their original for

"SURE, DON'T TELL ME. I WILL RAPE IT OUT OF YOU!" The beasts then pulled the chain towards him without holding back. Maira, on the other end of the chain, felt her limbs stretch as she flew towards the beast's abruptly. Malaka was so fast, she couldn't get a chance to let go. In a matter of seconds, she was already in front of the beast. She saw that Malaka had already raised his hand to grab her by her neck. The force behind the pull was beyond her strength. Changing the trajectory is now impossible. Although there was Armor around her body, she knew once the beast grabs her, he will tear it apart without much effort.

Tears fall quickly down my face, and at this point, I don’t even care. “Miss Price……” his voice fades into the background, as I perceive an amazing smell, pleasant to my nostrils. I feel my Wolf jump inside me, and I am about to turn to see the one who smelled so good when I feel someone grab me and inhale my scent. “Mine,” a voice whispers hungrily. I close my eyes in fear. Slowly, I open my eyes. And I see him. With terror, I quickly realize that Don Richardo is my other mate, and he is so scary.