Noble Beast Machines Novels & Stories

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?”

"You…you need to unleash the beast, boss, the killing machine I admire, and get us out of this mess." Her words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. The beast, it was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an excuse to break free, and I had always kept him in these days because of the love of my life. I clenched my fists into tight balls, and then I remembered Vincenzo. The little shit was still chained up in one of the offices, like a helpless little hostage. My stepmother’s goons probably hadn't found him yet, we could use him as a shield, a bargaining chip.

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.

"Can you shift? Get us there fast?" "In this armor? No. We run." We ran. Through corridors filled with smoke. Past wounded warriors being carried to safety. Around debris from collapsed ceilings. The east wall was worse than I'd imagined. A massive portal hung in the air, swirling with dark energy. Creatures poured through it. Shadow beasts. Void spawn. Things that looked like they'd been stitched together from nightmares. And directing them all, standing calmly in the center of the carnage, was Morgessa. She saw us immediately.

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.

After his selection in the armory, he got to the Palace entrance, where Onia was standing right beside a steam circular vehicle that consisted of sets of gears and worked with internal water combustion. "Promise me, as soon as you're back, you'll come and visit me. You both." "I promise you." She hugged her protege one more time and let him get into the bubble. He fasted his position standing within the sphere and after checking it all started the machine that rolled while he stood up inside. Belle was sitting in front of Melo, and he explained in detail what dreams were, how they worked, and what was the safest way for her to get to where she wanted.

It was a huge deal and not to be taken lightly. The guards also had a magical beast each. Those beasts had a dragon head, a tiger's body, a cow's hooves, and the tail of a snake—it was a most peculiar sight. Those creatures were called Mighty Butes. The Mighty Bute was a magical beast unique to the Godly Region. It had infinite sight and hearing and was also incredibly strong. Even though only the two stood with the guards watching the entrance, not even a fly would be able to get past them.

The machine pulled out a shrill, ear-punching binary dish. “Unautorized biological modification detected. Protocol Aura cleansing initiated.’ The tinkering, inhumane voice drone from loudspeakers, who Hulls were hidden. “She attacks the goat!” I called. The machine lifted one of its massive Sensenarme, ready to put our feathered roommates and the beds in pieces chop. I had not sweated in the ashes for weeks and this wild Jungle tamed, just around everything from a rusted lawn mower of the consortium to be destroyed.

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.