Noble Beast Machines Novels & Stories

This is a Piasa Bird, which is Allan's spiritual beast. Last but definitely not least is Nike's spiritual beast called Nian. This beast though has a body of a bull, with a flat-face lion head with a sharp horn on it and a prominent incisor Each of the spiritual beasts of the group was already in full display. It was a pity that only Niccoli cannot summon his. One reason is that he refuses to sign a contract with any magical beast before and insists on keeping Luna. But Monami is not in a good condition as of the moment to accompany him, and so he will be riding with his Brother Nike.

Her aide nodded his head and added, “Besides if he is in real danger the Heavenly Nether Beast you sent as his guardian will protect him.” A Heavenly Nether Beast. This was a beast that was described as belonging to the Beyond Legendary Realm. And why was that? Why wasn’t it called a Sacred Beast, but a Beyond Legendary Realm Magical Beast? Sacred Beasts were beyond the Legendary Realm, with each Sacred Beast possessing power at the top of the Magical Beast food chain. So why was a Heavenly Nether Beast not just called a Sacred Class?

I asked, my gaze fixed upon Richard, eager to unravel the mystery behind these remarkable beasts of burden. Richard's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he had anticipated my question. "Ah, I see that the Baron's keen eye has not failed to notice the exceptional nature of these bulls," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "These are no ordinary creatures, but rather the first of their kind – the Titan bulls, a product of human ingenuity and innovation!"

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

‘It’s good that she remembers me, then it’ll be easier for me to say what I came here for. Instantly, Xandria’s gaze was drawn to Tigger, who was in Nicole’s arms. “Is that a tiger?!” ‘OMG! I’ve only heard of people rearing horses, birds, and even monkeys... The Stanton family even dares to rear a tiger?! The hobbies of these rich people are really beyond the imagination of us commoners!’ Xandria thought. Nicole laughed. “This is an artificial intelligence robot that looks like a tiger. It’s not real.”

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

She moved to the couch and read the newspaper with her. On the cover page is a picture of a boar beast eating peacefully beside a boulder. On the right of it, in a column, read: “The Royal Hunting Event will be held in a few weeks! Pack your equipment and ready your mounts! Each monster will be graded with points and every point counts!” Nene looked at the picture in awe. “Whoah… That’s a big boar beast… What is that?” “It’s Boraria Hard Tusk. Usualluy, that beast can fetch 50 points. I’m surprised they can get the picture so close.”

" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home. When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes. The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation. "A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said. After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female co

He pressed a glowing button on the control panel. A loud, grinding mechanical hum filled the stagnant air as the second gate inside began to open automatically. I let out a slow breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding in my lungs. We drove forward into the belly of the beast. “You spoke of things that shot at your dragon,” Sam said from the back seat, her eyes scanning the battlements. “Since they’re terrified of them, there are usually automated machines mounted on the high ground. They are programmed to be ready to shoot the moment they notice objects that large like birds but aren't birds. Like sensory lights but with lethal intent.”