Nightscream Beast Machines Novels & Stories

Alpha Felix clenched his fists and remained silent for a few seconds, before shaking his head in reluctance. “How could him?” Kronos Lang laughed sarcastically, “Because it’s nonsense. Let’s be honest. The reason Alpha Felix tells us this horrible story is because he needs a reason to unite The Red Moon, which will undeniably level up werewolves’ power and top the world, though violating the—.”

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

He nods his head slightly telling me to continue. “What was it that started when you were 15?” I ask politely. Ash takes a moment to decide if he should answer that straight away. “It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

Flashback continuation! I tense! Like really tense, but I still find the bravery to spin around in a sprint. Before me racks a giant in human form. His machismo freaks the hell out of me. It would appall anyone. And his eyes... Grey eyes? Really? I don't know whether it is their striking grey color that makes them come off so atrociously appalling, but they are a set of pools that I can't stand even for a second. I blink at them. His lanky gigantic contour is an additional peril to me. His whole composure exudes dreadful terror. Horror. Animosity.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Good night. Day 20 Dear Diary, 50 humans. I have killed 50 humans in 10 days. Amazing or not? It was addicting. It had became a habit. A very bad habit. Imagine. 1 day, 10+ humans dies because of me. Haha! But I feel no regrets. My killing has improved drastically. I am precise, I know how I want them to die. I never knew i had this kind of ability to kill. And it doesn't take long for people to notice people dying. I know. I know I'm nicknamed "Dark Killer". Posters have been put up that says people are dying because of Dark Killer. Misbehave and he will kill you. He kills at night. Only at night. Beware. It was delightful that people fear me, just normal teenage girl. And as for a rogue, I

Despite having me at his side, Tiberius and August could become like Papa and Chesed in those long years without Crista. I can sense how anxious they are about tonight. They are just as worried about how this could go wrong. My wolf may not wake up, and worse, I may not survive. I don’t believe the latter is going to happen. Even if my wolf doesn’t wake up, the ritual is clear that even a pure human would survive the marking under a new moon. I did my own digging in the truckload, I’m not joking a box truck delivered crates of crap from Bisnonna’s house, of magic books. While I want to trust and believe the Bloodmoon Beta, I didn’t see the passage in the supposed book with my own eyes.

The claw crane game machine, where they plan on winning more teddy bears and give them to some human kids in the street. Neoma arrived first at the mall and she walked straight to the gaming zone and immediately bought some coins to be used in the claw crane game machine. After a while, Quacey came and he hugged her sister laughing. “I missed you, baby bear,” he said while hugging her tightly and Neoma was laughing hard. “Hey, Ace you looked great!” she replied in a high pitch. Quacey’s fake name is Ace. “Of course. Now, what have you got here?” Quacey, happily looked at the two teddy bears that Neoma won in the game.