Novel & Cerita Beast Machines Rattrap

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Gently rubbing his forehead, Elijah sighed and said, "You don't have to tell me that. I know very well if she is wrong, and would never shield her." There was a look of satisfaction on Carl's face. Then he looked down at the ring with an imperceptible nervousness and worry in his eyes. Bestial robots had explosive strength. They may be several times to dozens of times more powerful than robots of the same class but with different characteristics depending on the beast's traits chosen. They were just not sure what beast Merry had chosen. Vera had stopped quarreling with Olivia under the stage. She looked up at the ring with consternation in her eyes.

Sandra trailed off as she looked at Beatrice on the bed, before adding, "holy hell! What is the goddess’s good name that happened to you? Damn, you look like you got smoked. “I never thought you could look any worse than this, but damn girl, you outdid yourself in the past few minutes. If this is what you will look like, I doubt even Aztec would want you anymore. Girl you look terrible— "—and I mean it with all the possible love-hate relationship we probably have,” Scarlet said, holding back a laugh, but then she ended up laughing hysterically at the poor woman holding her mate’s hand. She stared at Beatrice, taking in her appearance and completely ignoring Aztec who was amusedly staring at

This deadly game of chance had the potential to claim lives, and there was no way out except to play along with the Beast's sadistic rules. Rick and Mia exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. They were trapped in a nightmarish scenario, forced to play a game of life and death by the very criminals they had come to confront. The Beast leaned back in his chair, his malevolent smile never fading. "Let the game begin," he declared, savoring the tension in the room as Rick and Mia contemplated their choices, knowing that their every move was being watched by the merciless eyes of the Beast and his son, El Patrio.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

He pressed a glowing button on the control panel. A loud, grinding mechanical hum filled the stagnant air as the second gate inside began to open automatically. I let out a slow breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding in my lungs. We drove forward into the belly of the beast. “You spoke of things that shot at your dragon,” Sam said from the back seat, her eyes scanning the battlements. “Since they’re terrified of them, there are usually automated machines mounted on the high ground. They are programmed to be ready to shoot the moment they notice objects that large like birds but aren't birds. Like sensory lights but with lethal intent.”

CORA The massive iron doors of the fortress groaned as they swung open, and the cold mountain air hit me with a force that made my lungs sting. Liam and Cade didn't waste a second as they headed toward the stables, returning moments later with two Dreadbeasts that looked more like nightmares than animals. Their thick, matted fur was dark as pitch, and their eyes glowed with a feral yellow light that made me take a step back. I didn't know how to ride one of these things, so I had to tag along with Liam, and he pulled me up onto the saddle behind him without a word. I wrapped my arms around his waist, the leather of his jacket cold under my palms, and I tried to ignore the way the muscles in

“It’s fine. Just be careful next time, this is Xavier's floor and I hate for you to run into him” I nodded, even though my chest tightened painfully at the mention of Xavier. I had just run into him, right now I pray he doesn't come out at that instant. Now in Henry's room. He pulled out a black shopping bag. “This is for you,” he said, smiling proudly. “For the party tomorrow. You’re going to look incredible, Sare-bear.” I smiled despite the chaos in my head. “Thanks, Henry. Really.” We hugged — quick, warm, grounding.

"You have now received your respective identities. You may return to your own territories." The Beast God's voice rang out, and Lydia and I fell into our respective bodies. At this moment, we had just finished forming bonds with our males. Lydia swayed her waist as she walked toward the three beastmen she bonded with. The three males looked at her with intense possessiveness in their eyes. The other males present gazed at Lydia and her companions with envious eyes. But they couldn't compete with these three males at all.

Flashback continuation! I tense! Like really tense, but I still find the bravery to spin around in a sprint. Before me racks a giant in human form. His machismo freaks the hell out of me. It would appall anyone. And his eyes... Grey eyes? Really? I don't know whether it is their striking grey color that makes them come off so atrociously appalling, but they are a set of pools that I can't stand even for a second. I blink at them. His lanky gigantic contour is an additional peril to me. His whole composure exudes dreadful terror. Horror. Animosity.