Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

“Come, Lily. The overload machine is waiting. Today we push your body past every limit you thought you had.” I followed him naked on the leash, my breasts bouncing with each step, my thighs slick with fresh wetness. We entered a darker chamber this time. The room was round and dim, lit only by pulsing red and purple lights. In the center stood the overload machine. It looked like a large, sleek black chair but with extra arms, pads, and thick mechanical cocks attached to moving tracks. Straps and cuffs hung from every side. Above it, a wide dome glowed with neural sensors that would connect straight to my link.

Tick! The clock ticked! The table clock on Juana's chest drawer, and immediately her alarm watch rang too.Juana thought it was her birthday already, but it was still so dark and she had barely kept her eyes awake. She stopped the alarm, it was just 10pm, tomorrow was her birthday.

However, just as the new scales emerged, they were blasted by Caspian. Caspian was like a ferocious tiger, and all his power ignited and exploded in an instant, never giving the opponent a chance to breathe. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Each step Caspian took forward would shatter the ground. Then, the walls around Bamboo Creek Alley crumbled repeatedly, turning into mud when mixed with the rainwater. Zac felt as if he was caught in a giant spinning ball, rolling faster and faster, wanting to tear him into pieces. "Zac! Tell me what the Thousand Machines Box is!" Caspian shouted and it made Zac tremble.

I shouted, my eyes flashing a bright, electric purple. The silver-violet lightning shot from my hand into the machine, traveling down the silver wires straight into the open vats. The moment my Priestess light touched their network, the green tech inside the three fake wolves began to scream with a high-pitched whine. The raw voltage fried their electrical systems instantly, their massive bodies stiffening mid-step before collapsing onto the floor panels like broken machinery.

Ren switched his visual feeds to ambient-light amplification. Emerging from the pitch-black shadows of the dead Sector 6 streets were shapes. They were sleek, humanoid, and entirely painted in light-absorbing vantablack. They didn't carry kinetic rifles. They carried long, vibrating, high-frequency monomolecular blades that emitted no heat and no light. "Target lock failed," Ren's internal system warned him. The Behemoth's advanced AI couldn't track the entities. They were invisible to radar, thermal, and electronic scans. "What are they?" Leo asked, straining to see the monitors.

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

Calix's twisted voice calls me out as if I were his blood. "Stop talking!" I roar, hitting the beast hard as the shadows explode. We're a damn machine—light, shadows, power—and Dante and Raymond support me. Dante laughs and slams it down as the beast rips at his side with its claws. A portion of it is purified by Raymond's light, becoming ash, and I finish it with shadows tearing apart its center. A heap of black smoke falls as it collapses, and the only sound in the room is our labored breathing.

like they’d been shut down mid-motion. “Looks like someone panicked,” Damien said. “These weren’t dismantled. They were ambushed.” Ryle stepped over one of the corpses. “I hate dead machines. Feels like they’re just pretending.” Atlas ran a hand along one of the control terminals, wiping off a thick layer of dust and activating a partial boot. The screen glitched, flickered, and then showed a rotating DNA helix wrapped in hex code. “This is old,” he muttered. “Pre-Echo. Barely held together.”

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

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