Novel & Cerita Nightscream Beast Machines

Another monster lurched through the fog—this one leaner, fast, and made of what looked like glass and shadow. “I got the screamer!” I yelled. “I’ll take the creep!” Damian responded, ducking a black tendril as the beast shrieked and swiped for his throat. Norma hurled a potion that exploded in a flash of golden fire. “INCOMING!” It hit the third beast that had tried sneaking in from the left. The potion melted half its skull. “You’re welcome!” she added. The Rift pulsed again. Four more creatures crawled out—one slithering, one winged, two just... teeth.

SWISSHHH A change occurred there, creating darkness, and that darkness trapped a number of beasts within it. As a result, all the beasts and creatures inside suddenly went berserk and transformed into strange forms. Meanwhile, right in the middle of the sky, the object that had been thrown was slowly forming into a strange little crystal. The crystal emitted black energy that immediately entered the beasts’ bodies, causing the color of every beast inside to turn pitch black with matching red eyes. The figure watched it all from afar with glee; now nothing could stop the process, and it was simply waiting for the next victims to enter so it could turn them into its puppets. “Hahaha, speeding

SARAH The stadium lights were so bright they made the falling snow look like glitter. Loud. Blinding. Electric. And somehow… I was still invisible in all of it. The crowd roared as Henry skated past center ice, slicing through defenders like he owned the entire rink. Of course he did—Captain, golden boy, the school’s pride, the Blake everyone wanted to take pictures with. “Henry! Henry! Henry!” Their voices shook the dome, echoing off the frosted glass.

Naomi takes her hand and together they use magic to cloud the lens, preventing it from recording us walking through the alley. Freya, in cat-form, trots back to us. There’s nothing in the building except for a bunch of dead rats and a headless body, just like we thought. “You know it’s only a matter of time before someone goes in there, right?” Kristy covers her nose with her hand. It smells like garbage in the alley. “Now that the glamour is worn off.” “I know.” I move over to the air vent and telekinetically yank it from the building. Stale air rushes out, smelling like piles of dead rats.

Althea The world was an echo of distant voices and blurred movements when I opened my eyes. The brightness above me was sharp, unnatural, making me squint against the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights. The steady beeping of a machine filled the silence between my shallow breaths, and beneath the synthetic scent of antiseptic, I could faintly pick up Tristan’s cologne—woodsy and clean. A hospital.

“Alright, alright. No jokes. Machines first.” But I could still see that knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. James led the way through the east wing, where a couple of crates had already been pried open. Sleek black cases sat lined against the wall, wires and monitors gleaming under the fluorescent lights. These weren’t ordinary machines they were the kind you didn’t just order. You had to pull strings and bleed money to get them here. James bent down, running his hand over one of the scanners. “Brand new. Fresh off the shipment. Top tech, Alex. Nothing slips past these.”

“Multiple signatures incoming. Same class.” Of course. The decision smiled again, relief blooming. “You see. One asset does not change the equation.” The roof screamed. Another shape punched through, then another, then another, landing in a staggered ring that shook the bay with each impact. Three more machines. Identical. Unmarked. Unapologetic. Seraphine’s people braced, weapons up, breath held. The first machine shifted its stance. Then something unexpected happened. It lowered itself. Not fully. Just enough.

The panels on the walls split open, revealing rows of dormant machines humanoid shapes twitching, awakening. Alaric curses and fires a shot, hitting Drayke in the shoulder but Drayke doesn’t fall. He laughs, metallic and wrong. “Welcome home, Saphira,” he says. I scream and the world obeys. The lights explode. The machines lurch forward like beasts unleashed. Caelum grabs me just as one crashes through the glass wall. Alaric fires again and again, but there are too many. “Go!” Caelum shouts. I stumble toward the emergency exit, but something catches my reflection in the cracked glass — a flash of silver under my skin, spreading like veins of light.

My knees hit the ground, and I gasped. The last embers of fire left my limbs, and the light in my veins fizzled out. The machines closed in like wolves. Dozens. Hundreds. Then they stopped. Their bodies twitched. Glowed. Then began to move again, but not toward me. They turned away—toward each other. Toward the center. Their forms shifted, folded, and twisted. Metal clanged, plates screeched, gears roared to life. It was like watching a swarm of insects become a monster. War machines fused and expanded, crawling up one another, snapping and locking into place, climbing themselves to form something colossal.

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.