Novel & Cerita Noble Beast Machines

More rogues came through the breach behind him. Different sizes but carrying the same quality. That ancient stillness that turned into devastating speed without warning. Silver-threaded fur on most of them. Gold eyes on all of them. They did not touch the Obsidian wolves. Did not even brush past them. They moved through the outer yard like they could see a map of it that no one else could see, navigating around Obsidian wolves and hitting Ashmoor soldiers with a targeted precision that should not have been possible for wolves who had never been

Fifteen minutes later, a rugged Nightclaw Rover with pitch-black windows comes tearing through the pine trees. I lean my mouth directly to his ear. "Is this machine acceptable to your wolf? If not, speak the word, darling. My beast will cycle through every rover in the territory all night. Zero fucks given." "It is completely perfect," he says with a soft laugh, his stress completely vanishing. We slowly force our matching bodies apart.

It looked like a trapped storm. This was the source of the Council’s power. They had figured out how to distill the "Beast" energy from the Thorne blood and put it into a machine. It was a crime against nature. "Target identified," a voice said behind me. I turned. A man in a gold-trimmed uniform was standing on the platform. He didn't have armor, but his eyes were a bright, artificial red. He was one of the Elders’ personal guards—a man who had been "enhanced" by the machines.

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

But Tulugaak sensed they must reach dry land soon, or this water would swallow them alive. — A killing beast came from above, the flap of its wings a quiet swish through the air. The creature’s vast wingspan mocked Nukilik’s memory of its namesake, the great bald eagle of old. How it managed to navigate through the tree limbs was beyond Nukilik’s understanding. It glittered in the light, part flesh and part machine, a living, breathing, biomechanical war machine. Six-inch-long metallic hallux talons clacking as it descended, the beast went for the children.

The room erupted into a chorus of concerned whispers. Niklaus's next words sent a collective gasp through the room. "Beast is an extraordinary vessel, but we must ensure he reaches his full potential. We've decided to take him to David's home planet, Xanthea, the birthplace of the Sirens, for critical upgrades." The announcement sparked a mix of emotions: worry etched on some faces, while others shone with excitement. The prospect of venturing into uncharted territory, taking their beloved Beast to a world far more advanced than their own, filled the air with a sense of awe and anticipation. The room buzzed with hushed conversations.

"Exiled purebloods, rogues from the fringes who refused to swear the oath. They are gathering in the northern wastes under Brielle’s banner. Two hours ago, they hit our primary supply caravan at the base of the white ridge. They didn't just use teeth, my Queen. They brought machines." ​Beside the throne, Clyde shifts his weight. The movement is slight, but the sheer volume of his shadow-energy rolls across the dais like a localized thunderstorm, making the flames in the stone hearths bow and flicker. His arms cross over his massive, scarred chest, his golden eyes narrowing into two dangerous slits of liquid amber. ​"What kind of machines?" Clyde demands, his voice a low, subterranean rumble

In the middle of the clearing the pipes intersected and ended on a large round platform. They were both completely confused by the sight. Then they heard a sound. Quiet at first, but then louder and louder. Like an animal growling and roaring. And whatever it was, it was coming towards them. A huge beast emerged from one of the tunnels and one of their fellow passengers screamed in fear. Nio wanted to scream himself, but somehow managed to stop the scream in his throat. As he prepared to fight, the beast slowed down and upon closer inspection Nio realized it was a machine. One of the dwarven hellish inventions.