Noble Beast Machines Novels & Stories

The cubs born these days either died young or were deformed. A trace of mockery crossed my eyes. Of course, with all that heavy metal from the salt, it would be strange if these cubs were healthy. After living under this so-called civilization and relying on tools for so long, Marcus, Damian, and Kieran had grown weak. Even if all three attacked together, they couldn't beat a single member of Soren's group, much less me with the Beast God's power. Lydia looked at me with a mocking smile. "Ella, they're only temporarily relying on you. Once they become King of All Beastkin, they'll abandon you.

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.”

And surprisingly, I saw something like amusement on his face. “My name is Gabriel LaBête, King of Elyndor.” I blinked and paused for a moment before I burst out laughing. It was soft at first, but the more I thought about it, the louder it grew. “Right… of course you are,” I said in the most sarcastic tone ever. He didn’t look offended. No, he smiled like he had expected me not to believe him. I squinted, still smiling like his words were the best joke I’d heard all day. “So tell me, Your Majesty,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. “What is a king doing in a pub like this?”

Author’s POV La Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

Isobelle My eyes bulged as I read the instructions on the back of the Vibro Bullet box, and my anus clenched with sympathy. They labeled the packaging ‘Truth or Dare’ meaning that things just got a lot nastier, and my inner wolf was cackling her ass off.

The bond in my chest was a dull, terrifying ache that felt like a dying light. "Caspian... look at me... please..." I sobbed... my hands cupping his jaw... my tears washing the soot from his cheeks. I didn't care about the battlements. I didn't care about the northern army charging the gate. I didn't care about the men screaming in the trenches. I poured my First Moon heat into his skin, begging the man who had bought my soul to stay inside his body. Then a low, wet cough rattled his chest. Caspian’s eyelids flickered. When they opened, the silver was gone. They were pure, molten black... the Beast finally pushed past every limit of human endurance.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

"Ms. Lewis, you sure are pretty skilled at riding." Albert praised Grace, and his gaze was sincere with no intent to offend. Grace glanced briefly at Benjamin, who was standing beside them. She turned to Albert and said, "Mr. Barnes, could we find a place to talk alone?" Barnes Group was a company that focused on core technology development. In the five years since its establishment, it had developed countless innovative, intelligent bionic robots, and it had received praise from various fields.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.