Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

The breeze has watched them mutate into their original form. They have shown their fluffy bodies, and razor-sharp teeth on every full moon. Yet their shadow sent fear to the animals in the woods. They are not animals, nor are they human. Still, they fit within both circles. Humans may call them monsters, but mother nature does not deny their kind. These creatures always stay hiding. Yet on this particular night, one stride behind Alvin and Derrie while it ducked under the shelter of the trees. These two men shiver in the cold night breeze. However, the chilly air is not the reason for their coldness. It was the dread of engaging the creature that could strip the skin of one’s bone. Their fla

"If I go down, I’m taking your 'Mother of Alphas' title with me. I want you to look into their eyes and see nothing but static!" ​The Machine’s Logic ​The automaton stepped through the smoke of the blown-out doorway. It was a terrifying fusion of the Vane-Security-Model-9 and the distorted consciousness of Alpha Vane. Its chest plate was translucent, revealing a miniature obsidian shard pulsing with a sickly amber light. The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax.

Witch! "Just pull off all your clothes and hand them over to us". Lilly's mother said. I removed my clothes slowly. After staying stark naked, for what seemed so long, we heard a loud and powerful howl. It was Damian, he was obviously, the first person among us all to shift.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

"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.

Most terrifying of all were their eyes. Their irises burned with an unholy, incandescent crimson glow—blood-red, intelligent, and dripping with pure, predatory malice. The two colossal beasts lunged forward in unison, their massive jaws snapping open as razor-sharp fangs aimed straight for my throat. Fifty miles away, inside a private boardroom at the southern docks, Zayden stood over the table reviewing final trade contracts. Suddenly, a violent, deafening shockwave shattered his senses. His ears rang with a high-pitched hum as the supernatural mate bond snapped taut like an iron cable. Inside his skull, Night did not just growl—the beast detonated in an agonized, earth-shattering scream: