Beast Machines Rattrap Novels & Stories

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

But for the first time in my career, I couldn't focus. Every time the wind howled, it sounded like a girl’s plea. Every time a branch snapped, I pictured raw, shackled wrists. ‘It’s a trap,’ I told myself for the hundredth time. ‘The girl was too convenient. Her story was too perfect.’ Around 2:00 AM, the silence of the woods was shattered. Not by a human scream, but by the mechanical baying of the Hounds, the human’s bio-mechanical trackers. They were massive, slab-sided beasts of muscle and chrome, designed to hunt down escapees with the relentless precision of a clockwork nightmare.

Maybe the tower sealed, maybe the game threw something worse at us—but nothing good. “We can’t stall,” I said. “We have to get that beacon active before the countdown hits.” “How, exactly?” the older woman demanded. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a murder Roomba from hell between us and the ‘on’ switch.” The beast’s head jerked at the sound of her voice. Its lenses tightened, irises contracting. Panels along its flanks hissed open with a burst of vapor, revealing racks of micro-missiles nested like teeth.

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

Each one could level an entire city block. And there weren’t one or two. There were five of them. Marcus turned toward Aurora. “Who the hell owns machines like that?” The answer came through the communications channel. Alexander Ravel’s voice. Calm. Cold. Victorious. “I do.” Aurora stared at the approaching war machines. Even Leviathan suddenly seemed small compared to the advancing titans. Ravel continued. “You’ve impressed me tonight, Aurora Hale.” Lightning flashed. The fortress walkers moved closer. Their cannons slowly rotated toward the estate.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

One lady said and she threw hands with them before they got a chance to hit her. She managed to fight off two of the trio and bolted out of the path to the light. Yetty searched around as she waited for Attracta by the suya spot. Horror crossed her face as soon as her eyes landed on Attracta. She looked normal save for a busted lip. "What happened?" Yetty ran towards her, worry etched on her features. "Yetty they’re after someone. They thought I was that person." She said to her. "What? How?"

He deserves to be happy and after I win this fight I'm going to devote the rest of my life to making him happy. Soliaire looks at home on Alice's couch, I suppose the color does go with his dark demeanor. While he looks relaxed and calm on the couch, Sarrtina, Achilles and the other two men I believe to be Zacharie and Hasiah, look like their are ready for a fight.

The beast turned its face to them, sniffed at Andrea, and snorted full in her face. “Part of my gift to you.” Mathin suppressed a grin as she wiped her face in disgust. “I know you’d rather have a horse, but you do need to have something to ride.” “Tell me something, Mathin,” she asked as the beast turned its hind end in their direction, lifted its barbed tail and very deliberately farted. Andrea backed up a half dozen paces. “You guys have light sabers, laser guns and hover barges. Why don’t you just attach an engine to a barge and get rid of the stags?”