Novel & Cerita Nightscream Beast Machines

But it was something close to it. "Northern treeline," Felix called down. "Something is coming out of Veil Forest." They came through the northern wall breach the Ashmoor soldiers had made an hour ago. Through the gap the battering ram had opened in the lower northern section. The gap that Obsidian's wolves tried to hold and plug while managing everything else. The first rogue through the breach was enormous. Shifted fully. Black fur with silver threading through it in patterns that looked almost deliberate. Like markings rather than natural coloring. His eyes were gold but not the

Seeing that there was only struggle in his eyes, Jack’s cold and low voice sounded again. “It’s almost time. Let me introduce the rules of the game. Today’s game is very simple. As you can see, the device on your head is called the double jaw ripper. It’s an upgraded version of the death mask. It will hook your upper and lower jaw. When the countdown of the timer ends, your mouth will be torn open by it. This is the exact opposite of a beast trap. Let me show you.” Just as he finished speaking, the screen on the television flashed, and an identical machine appeared. The machine was covering a human skull model.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

••• The four, large wheels of a huge, luxuriously built carriage rattled off, hitting the tiny stones, and pushing them out of its way. The full moon was shimmering from above, casting its blinding, protective light upon the huge, roaring machine as it whisked past the tall, ancient trees that were slightly hidden by ominous shadows. Inside were two 'beasts' enjoying their smooth ride— Liam and Amethyst, who was enjoying the loud, doleful cry uttered by wolves from a great distance.

"But pride’s a bitch. And I’ve been killing bastards like you longer than you’ve been growing teeth." From my coat pocket, I pull out a small black remote. Julius frowns. "What is that—" Click. The spheres I tucked into the rocks—the witch’s toys—activate. Blue orbs crackle, then— SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! The sound is inhuman. Ripping. Deafening. Mind-shredding. The Wolf Screamer. A spell-fused burst of sound meant to scramble any wolf’s nervous system—especially alphas. The three beasts collapse mid-motion, claws to their ears, screaming. Blood drips from their noses. They writhe like dying snakes.

The moment he had been waiting for had arrived – the opportunity to drain Aeron's powers and ascend to unimaginable heights of strength. With a deliberate flourish, Augustine activated the machine. The hum of electricity filled the air, and an eerie glow emanated from the intricate apparatus. The room pulsed with a malevolent energy, casting shadows that danced in anticipation. As the machine whirred to life, a beam of light materialized, aiming directly at Aeron's forehead.

Now, everything feels mean and different. Joe walks to the very back of the room. He sees a special matte-black machine on a high rock platform. Joe never sees this ride before. It looks super rare and costs too many pack resources. Joe stops for one second. Then he jams his knife deep into the back wheel. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! A loud pack alarm screams through the building. All the bright torches and crystals light up at once. Joe jumps back. Big iron bars start sliding down over the windows and doors to trap him inside. Joe runs as fast as his legs can go toward the main exit.

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

She grunted, pulling out a crystal no bigger than a pinky from where the Golem's eyes should have been and promptly crushed it, causing the Golem to dissolve into dust "Fuck!" He groaned His eye color became the darkest of night, spreading from his pupils until all of it was covered in pitch black inkiness, he growled low as he half shifted into Night beast, one of the forms he'd been gifted with, howling and swiping with blackened claws and spiky potrusions he made quick work of the remaining three beasts, leaving him a panting mess. "The humans" He said in a voice much too outwordly "what the fuck are we going to do about them!"

He told his director while taking off his gloves. "Everyone, lets rapid up and get moving. We don’t have all night. I have to get home to my daughter and read some bedtime stories to her. Don’t drag on! Move your weak legs faster! Alvin and Derrie! Do a patrol around the area and report back in fifteen minutes.” Joe shouted with power in his voice. No one spoke a word, although the dirt trembled from the movement of their boots. There under every blanket of the night are mysteries that disappear in the mist with the darkness. The owl knows these secrets and has seen the face of the beast. These creatures are not a puzzle to the wind. The breeze has watched them mutate into their original for