Novel & Cerita Noble Beast Machines

"You wretch! Your sister was taken away, and you didn't pursue them. Do you want her dead? Why aren't you chasing after them?" She urged the surrounding guards, but I looked troubled. "They're all royal nobles from the beast kingdom. If we forcibly hunt them down, we might provoke the beast kingdom to attack us." Her face instantly turned pale. I sneered inwardly. Finally, I had given her a taste of her own medicine. After returning to the palace, Mother still refused to give up and immediately wrote letters demanding that the beast kingdom severely punish those three beastmen. However, as expected, the beast kingdom had no interest in dealing with her.

The auction starts. It’s everything I should’ve expected and more. Guards flank the walls. Waiters flit between tables with wine. A screen lights up with items: guns engraved with old family crests, blades made of obsidian, stolen Fabergé eggs, ancient rings that once sat on the fingers of dead kings. I blink. So this is real mafia shit. Testosterone, money, and blood—it’s all in the air. Very on-brand for these psychos. Still... it gets boring quick. The novelty wears off after the fifth weapon with a blood-stained legacy.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

The fabric of this dress felt thick, but it was still soft and comfortable when I wore it. Arthur only woke up for lunch; after that, he went back to sleep. I don't have anything else to do after cooking food for him, so I just read the magazines and newspapers from Arthur's closet while eating the waffles he had bought for me. Everything in these magazines and newspapers seems like a collection of fictional stories in news form, but I enjoy it. I also got to know several types of Xenobeasts that often cause chaos at the base. Basically, there are three types that often appear. Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-met

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Alpha Zane's eyes flickered open, his grey eyes swiftly moving around the room, till he came to a slow focus on Beta Kane's desperate eyes. "Alpha. You are awake." "Kane." he said, a small breath escaping his lips and he pulled himself to a sitting position. His cloak was still wrapped around him, but the right shoulder was off, exposing the constellation tattoo that extended from his upper arm to his neck, and stopped just before his ear lobe. Standing out was Polaris, the northern star, the star his pack had been named after.

In the center of the bay, sitting on a lift made of glowing data-cables, was a machine that shouldn't have existed. It was the Norton. But it wasn't the bike from the simulation, and it wasn't the charred wreck from the silo. It was a "Hard-Light" construct, its frame woven from the same silver-hawk code I’d used to shatter the tower. The variable-compression Engine wasn't made of steel; it was made of pure, high-density logic. It pulsed with a soft, sapphire light, its intake drawing in the surrounding static and refining it into raw thrust.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

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.

How pompous! As we made our way through the showroom, Xavier's arm wrapped around my waist making me feel giddy all of a sudden. My full attention was suddenly drawn to the shining cars on display. I couldn't help but admire the latest model of Bugatti, the Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+! It is my dream car, it has everything that I ever needed. It is a hyper car that can accelerate from zero to sixty mph in just three seconds. What's more?! It is equipped with advanced technologies, including a digital instrument cluster, touchscreen infotainment system, and various driver-assistance features. I gushed at the car and I silently made a promise that I would save enough money and come back to