Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

Liam’s boots crunched against the frost-bitten metal grating as he descended into the bowels of the abandoned facility. The air smelled of ozone and decay, a mix that made his stomach churn and his claws twitch with barely contained fury. Somewhere deep inside, a machine hummed, pulsing like the heartbeat of a predator, and Liam could feel it vibrating through his bones. He moved carefully, shadows stretching like claws along the walls, every corner threatening an ambush. He knew this facility—he’d heard the whispers of what Stain and his Purist scientists were capable of—but nothing in his worst imaginings had prepared him for the horrors awaiting below.

Not footsteps. Something above them. Silas pointed upward. “What’s that light?” Damian’s heart sank. A small red beam moved slowly between the treetops. Then another. And another. Three hovering machines emerged through the branches. Compact. Silent. Scanning. Drones. Helix surveillance drones. One of them pivoted suddenly. Its sensor light flashed across the forest floor. And locked directly onto them.

The beast turned its face to them, sniffed at Andrea, and snorted full in her face. “Part of my gift to you.” Mathin suppressed a grin as she wiped her face in disgust. “I know you’d rather have a horse, but you do need to have something to ride.” “Tell me something, Mathin,” she asked as the beast turned its hind end in their direction, lifted its barbed tail and very deliberately farted. Andrea backed up a half dozen paces. “You guys have light sabers, laser guns and hover barges. Why don’t you just attach an engine to a barge and get rid of the stags?”

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Now, the rest is up to me. Destination?: Blood Moon Pack Purpose?: Meet mate Reason?: He is targeted When?: Now

He landed on the back of the lead automaton, crushing it to the floor with sheer weight. It was a beastkin warrior. He had the head of a bear and the body of a man. He roared, ripping the brass head off the machine with his bare hands. "For the Alpha!" the bear kin bellowed. More shadows dropped from the ceiling. The feral tribes of the deep tundra had arrived. They had climbed the outer walls, bypassed the courtyard, and entered through the high windows. There were wolf kin, bear kin, and massive eagle kin wielding jagged obsidian spears.

I felt his awakening power pulse outwards, like heat radiating off a blacksmith's forge—unsteady, fierce, barely held in check. "Spread out," he snapped. Don't let them corner us. But we were already too late. The first wave emerged from the Gate's depths. What made them so awful wasn't their power, but their variety. Each machine was distinct, modified on the fly. One scuttled low to the floor on insect-like legs, its forearms tipped with blades of pure light. Another floated, its midsection split into spinning rings covered in strange symbols, bending the air around it. And a third unfolded like a broken star, sharp angles rearranging as it honed in on Lysera.

As the nurse left, the room seemed to shrink. The machines hummed softly. The baby shifted again, harder now, a sudden kick that made Innara gasp. She pressed both hands to her belly, panic fluttering dangerously close to the surface. Easy, she told herself. Easy. Her instincts screamed louder. Something was wrong. Not with the baby, with the timing. The air felt charged, like the moment before a storm broke. Her skin prickled. Her heart beat too fast, too hard, as if it were trying to outrun something she couldn't see. The door opened again, another nurse this time, younger, her smile too bright.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Nikolai roared, a spray of bloody spit flying from his lips. ​With a metallic screech of tearing iron and snapping cogs, Nikolai violently wrenched the entire five-hundred-pound suppressor machine off its axle. He twisted his torso, utilizing the full weight of his massive frame to hurl the shattered device completely off the cliff face, sending the glowing, runic machine plunging deep into the rocky abyss below. ​The moment the machine shattered on the canyon floor, the high-pitched, deafening whine filling the air ceased instantly. The dense cloud of silver gas began to dissipate into the winter wind, its magical binding current dissolving into nothingness.