Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

I might be gone a week at the most, and if I am successful, my usefulness will know no bounds. It is good that she sent me. What awaited me on the beach was beyond question the work of the technician. The colossus that had attacked the beach, devastating our troops, was a giant mechanical kraken. The size of a mountain, it was designed to be controlled by two dragons within a chamber situated in the skull of the beast. It was an interesting combination of pieces both mechanical and organic powered by the energy of those miraculous blue crystals. They must have a source for them nearby, one that the crown has not found to mine. I will look into that later, once Undersea has been reclaimed.

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.

“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.

“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.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

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.

His footsteps echoed, fading until the silence returned. James’s eyes snapped back to me the second the coast was clear. “So,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “Does your old man know about your boo already?” I groaned, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Shut up, man.” He chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “That was a pretty intense exit for him not to know.” I ignored the jab, my tone sharp. “Where are the machines?” James raised a brow, still smirking, but answered anyway. “They’re already being unloaded at the east wing. Top of the line, exactly what you asked for.”