Beast Machine Transformers Novels & Stories

The need to be an Alpha and protect his pack at all costs versus the need to protect his family. Before he can protest, a roar breaks us from our conversation. Max and his beast are vibrating as well. They must have noticed our enhanced state. A burst of angry red light shines from the seam where the neck and each leg and arm attach to the torso of the monster. Each limb begins to grow and change separating from the central body. As it deforms, each limb grows into its own entity, radiating power and the same angry heat as before. “Did we just enter a Transformers movie?! What the f**k is going on?” Ellinore snorts through the mindlink.

he says, almost to himself. "Beast Affinity Passive," I explain. "New acquisition." He turns to look at me fully. Something in his expression shifts from crisis-management to consideration. "You have a Beast Affinity ability." "Apparently." He looks at the beasts again. Back at me. "Can you walk them back to the paddock?" I look at the forty in the front cluster. At the two-hundred-sixty somewhere behind me in the sect grounds. "I can try," I say. ~~~

"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.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

gained the ability to speak. I didn't take it to heart. The reason they couldn't transform or speak was simply insufficient power. As long as they had enough energy and training, transformation wouldn't be difficult. During this time, I took them hunting and taught them techniques. They became much stronger than before. Beastmen who could survive with defective bodies were hardly ordinary creatures. True to form, what they lacked in one area, they made up for in another. Although Soren couldn't see from one eye, he had exceptionally keen hearing. And although Adrian temporarily couldn't fly, he had incredibly sharp claws.

They were at least third-evolution mechs. Moreover, their beast forms were at least mutants, so the real combat powers of these beast mechs were much stronger than that of ordinary human third-evolution mechs. "As a Monarch-rank creature, why do you stoop to colluding with humans? Do you want a mech like ours? If you want one, you can join us. You will become an extremely powerful existence. With your body, if you transform into a mech, you will be at least forty meters tall." The beast mechs didn't immediately attack Victor and Windfall.

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."

My knees hit the ground, and I gasped. The last embers of fire left my limbs, and the light in my veins fizzled out. The machines closed in like wolves. Dozens. Hundreds. Then they stopped. Their bodies twitched. Glowed. Then began to move again, but not toward me. They turned away—toward each other. Toward the center. Their forms shifted, folded, and twisted. Metal clanged, plates screeched, gears roared to life. It was like watching a swarm of insects become a monster. War machines fused and expanded, crawling up one another, snapping and locking into place, climbing themselves to form something colossal.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

Jake's laugh was hollow, his voice distorted as his transformation continued. "Do you like it? The hunters thought I'd make the perfect experiment. A little serum, and now I'm better, faster, stronger than any werewolf you've ever seen." He flexed his hands, his nails elongating into sharp claws. "I'm not just human or wolf anymore. I'm something... more." "Hybrid," Damien said, his lip curling. "You're a monster. Jake grinned, his teeth sharp and gleaming. "Funny. Coming from you."