Beast Machine Transformers Novels & Stories

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

I was very skeptical of him, his presence and his intentions at this place. Apparently, he was more powerful than any of the known creatures in the region. I wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious if he hadn’t used the powers in front of me. Because no one else would be able to manipulate electronics, winds or fires, except the demons in myth. Though I didn’t believe in Benjamin’s rambles on the demon hypothesis, I was pretty sure Mr. Drakos was neither a werewolf nor a vampire. And this led to another crucial question, why had he been here?

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

"See that blue pulse? That's the Arc Reactor—or whatever knockoff tech they stole to power it." "Great," Ben said from behind his pillar. "So we just have to walk up to the three-headed death machine, ask it to lift its shirt, and stab it in the heart. Easy peasy." "No," Jack’s eyes narrowed. He watched the beast move. It took a step. The left head snarled at Marcus. The right head looked at Ben. The middle head was tracking Jack. But there was a stutter. When the left head growled, the right head’s ear twitched a split second later. When the middle head locked onto Jack, the legs hesitated for a fraction of a second before adjusting the stance.

"Big ones." "Take it down!" With a yell, Damien started shooting. Fight the Beast With terrible speed, the machine came at us, its claws tearing through the walls. With a sharp shot, Vanessa struck one of its joints, causing it to falter. "Aim for the legs!" Kyle hid behind a console and yelled. "It’s too heavily armored everywhere else!" I shot at one of its blazing joints, slowing it down with the explosion that sent sparks flying. "EMP!" With a shout, Rook threw a grenade that momentarily stopped its sensors.

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.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

Tyler's eyes hardened. "This is bad! That's an Ancient Ram Beast, a pinnacle Fusion Stage creature. It's a vicious monster, known for its horns, which can unleash devastating lightning attacks." The soldiers immediately panicked. The beast's terrifying reputation left them stunned and fearful. As the Ancient Ram Beast charged toward them, Tyler glanced at Adrian, his face showing a trace of helplessness. "Sir Adrian is still training. We must protect him at all costs—no matter what happens, we cannot let him come to harm."

He was serving punch after punch, even though the man beneath him wasn't responsive at all. The silence was deafening, and the sound of his grunts filled the entire hall with both horror and dread. I stood frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the monster of a man I was mated to, as he went again and again at the helpless man. I knew this wasn't what happened with Valerian, judging from how he had looked when he was buried, but hell, I wondered if it was close. If it was this merciless. "Alpha," the instructor said, but Alpha Eros just kept going, like the man wasn't saying anything.

James sent a glance in Xatiaʼs direction. Adair furrowed her brows. “These monsters are all high-ranking monsters, though. Can someone really control them?” “Beast tamers can.” Xatia continued, “The Timaeus Sect has a beast tamer at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation. That person can control monsters.” “Abelard?” Adair exclaimed, “He’s here?!” “Think about it,” James said, “We killed those four Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation monsters, but we couldn’t find any of their Genesis Cores.”