Noble Beast Machines Novels & Stories

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.

she tried to smile, but her lips wouldn’t quite cooperate. Dante grinned—a little, tough, Romano grin. “Messy’s our specialty. Impossible just means we’re not done yet.” They reached a massive, round door—like a vault, glowing orange-hot. It hurt to look at. Hiss! Steam blasted out from the edges. Three machines dropped from the ceiling—not the shiny soldiers from before, but giant spiders, all copper and glass. In each spider’s belly, a burning coal glowed like a tiny, furious sun.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Maybe it's because mommy is fond of her, too. After they harassed me, we decided to go home in a helicopter owned by Keion and he was also its pilot. The underground is on a private island where the race takes place. Above it is a normal beach house mansion. You wouldn't think there was a race track underneath. We split up with friends in buying that island. As well as our construction of the mansion and everything in it. We have equal rights. The five of us own this organization. We can also call ourselves drug lord hunters.

Jack said. They scrambled down the ventilation shaft, moving toward the parallel service tunnel where Grog had stashed his "vehicle." It wasn't a mining cart. It was a monstrosity. A rusted iron box welded onto a high-speed maglev chassis Grog had stolen years ago. It had a V8 engine bolted to the back for extra thrust. "She is named 'The Beast'," Grog said proudly, patting the rusted hull. They piled in. It was a tight squeeze. Jack sat in the front, Marcus at the controls (which consisted of a steering wheel from a 1990 Ford and a big red lever).

But the employee bought it, thinking Garland was sulking because his bluff had been called. "I'm just an employee," he consoled. "The boss's identity is a secret, but you've got a good eye. Our machines are the best, shipped straight from Orkgate. Top quality and all legitimate." Debra's mind raced. If the machines were from Orkgate, then Drake had to be involved. They stood in front of a door. The employee pushed it open to reveal a smoky room filled with the clanking of slot machines. "Come on in," the employee gestured.

His behavior made it hard to tell if he was human or beast. Dark beasts had innate talents, especially those with noble bloodlines, which allowed them to grow stronger over time. For example, a saber-toothed demonic tiger started as a level-one dark beast but could grow into a level-nine dark beast just by eating and sleeping, an ability humans could only envy. Humans lacked inherited memory, so even if dark immortals obtained dark beast limbs, they couldn’t gain the beast's legacy and remained inferior to real dark beasts.

He explained. Hendrix listening to our conversation interrupted him ." Don't worry about that , weapons don't work on me." He said like boasting. "That's good ,if that is true . I'll send the address on your phone. Good luck ." Kenneth said before he cut the call. 'The Eclipse Towers Obsidian Boulevard, Nocturna Heights Whispering Pines, Shadowvale Cryptic Enclave, Code: SHADOW-IXYZ' "The Eclipse Towers?" I mumbled to myself.

Margo said, smiling mischievously. Kane held up the motor and some straps with a raised eyebrow. After a moment it dawned on him what it was. He began to laugh as Margo set the machine up. “What is that thing?” Machine asked. “It’s a portable sex machine. Meaning all you gotta do is attach your favorite toy and have the ride of your life. This’ll be my first time using one of these. I’m kinda excited.” Margo chuckled as she removed the large toy.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.