Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

The sight beyond stole Martha’s breath away. The white jade square had been stained a deep crimson by spilled blood. Dozens of Silvermoon priests knelt bound at the wrists below the stone steps. Rows of fully armed Dark Blood patrol soldiers ringed the entire area. At the square’s very center stood a towering ten-meter metal contraption. A millstone-sized dark crystal core was embedded in its center. Black ripples pulsed outward from the machine, shrouding the whole temple district. “A Shadow Suppression Amplifier.” Eira’s gaze turned cold as she studied the device.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

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.

S academy. ***** Claude's hand shot into the air as he was more than confident in his answer, Prof. Raizen directed his attention to him giving the boy the greenlight to answer the question. "i'm pretty sure we'll be assisting the local Skylight Guild in dealing with invasive Nightmare Beetles in the Skyhaven Redwoods." Prof. Raizen served him a thunderous glare from beneath his thick eyebrows, ".....Your incorrect Claude...again, and you have damned your class to a lengthy session of hellish training."

They were blurred figures in white lab coats, moving like ghosts in the sterile light. "Biometrics are stable," a technician called out, her voice muffled by the thick glass. "Subject Elias is ready for quantization." Thorne leaned over the console, his face illuminated by the violet glow of the monitors. "Remember, this is a one-way trip to the Cretaceous. Once the wave-function collapses, there’s no tether. Start the sequence." The machine began to thrum. It wasn't a sound you heard with your ears; it was a vibration that settled in your teeth and the marrow of your bones. A pale light began to bleed from the walls of the pod.

Luca stepped into a puddle of his own sweat,breathing hard and body sore as he walked back to the machine he had been using since the moment he stepped into Damian's gym, It stood tall, almost 7 feet with a cylindrical body divided into three sections and long poll like arm that extended almost a meter sprouting out from each side of the three sections, each hand moved individually and could move in synchronization with other arms making it's attack pattern unpredictable. The goal was to last as long as possible, dodging attacks while also attacking it's body that was made up of hard cushion foam.

"Exiled purebloods, rogues from the fringes who refused to swear the oath. They are gathering in the northern wastes under Brielle’s banner. Two hours ago, they hit our primary supply caravan at the base of the white ridge. They didn't just use teeth, my Queen. They brought machines." ​Beside the throne, Clyde shifts his weight. The movement is slight, but the sheer volume of his shadow-energy rolls across the dais like a localized thunderstorm, making the flames in the stone hearths bow and flicker. His arms cross over his massive, scarred chest, his golden eyes narrowing into two dangerous slits of liquid amber. ​"What kind of machines?" Clyde demands, his voice a low, subterranean rumble

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

"Big ones." "Take it down!" With a yell, Damien started shooting. Fight the Beast With terrible speed, the machine came at us, its claws tearing through the walls. With a sharp shot, Vanessa struck one of its joints, causing it to falter. "Aim for the legs!" Kyle hid behind a console and yelled. "It’s too heavily armored everywhere else!" I shot at one of its blazing joints, slowing it down with the explosion that sent sparks flying. "EMP!" With a shout, Rook threw a grenade that momentarily stopped its sensors.

Panels of dead holo‑screens hung askew from its sides, some still sputtering half-images. At its crown, a shattered **beacon** flickered sporadically, beams of sickly green and pink light lancing into the polluted sky, then cutting out. The air up here was colder, thinner. The wind knifed through my torn clothes, carrying the tang of ozone and burnt circuitry. Between us and the base of the beacon, the rooftop was… occupied. A massive chimera‑like **drone‑beast** hunched on all fours, its metal body heaving with slow, mechanical breaths.