Beast Machine Transformers Novels & Stories

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

"Sister, don't listen to him." I don't know what to do. On one hand, the human side of me really wants to stop but I know I won't win that battle because the unnatural side me, the one with the beast inside of me is in control and it's almost impossible to be me again once Aurora is fully out of her cage. "Heaven that's enough!" In comes Amelia's stern voice. Her voice startles me so much that I immediately let go of Sky. I feel numb and confused as I watch Nikolina rush in to tend to Sky. Why are they here and most importantly, when did they get here?

Chapter 18: Asher The Beast was a customized version of an armored van with more reinforced steel parts than any the realm had seen. It was one of my most valued possessions and I was now taking it to Axel to help clear the trouble I started. A beautiful twist in my well-planned game. Tearing down the blocked path on the way with the beast’s large mass gave me a sense of satisfaction. About twenty other vehicles followed behind as escorts and security. I looked down at the screen at the dashboard, which displayed a satellite image.

She saw Owaine. The healer. The gentle soul who'd existed before everything went sideways. "So you just grew a conscience?" Dante asked. "That's your story? Five hundred years of murder and mayhem, and suddenly you're the good samaritan?" Belarie ignored him. He gestured to the fire robot. "Deactivate." The flames around the robot extinguished instantly. It became dormant—still metallic, still imposing, but no more fire swirling out from it. Everyone stared. "Transform," Belarie commanded. "Toy mode."

Beast Unbelievable. He did it. He actually did it!! It took him 5 years, but it’s done. I can’t stay here any longer now that it’s completed. He will destroy the little conscience I have left. I will finally become his unstoppable killing machine. NO! I WILL NOT! I WILL NOT BECOME HIS TOY!!! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

For some reason, I feel like he's going to try to sabotage again. I just know it. "I remember that Alpha Keeran had even lost an arm in this fight," she said to herself, nodding along. I couldn't help but feel my skin crawl at the thought of losing an arm. Hm. Wait. I am sure that Keeran had both arms when I saw him. They felt and looked real. So how did he manage to grow it back? As if noting my slight curiosity, Rora explained. "Strong Alphas are capable of regrowing limbs or other body parts in several decades."

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.