Romans & histoires Beast Machine Transformers

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

"One second we were in the forest and the next… bam we're here! Did we travel through time or something?" "I think we teleported." Damian chimes in. "Ok then. New power yay." I say with not much enthusiasm as I look down at Binx. "Can you let go of my leg?" He looks at my leg and lets go, retracting his claws. "Hehe sorry."

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

I was born in the Forest Lion Tribe, the only tribe of the Lion race in the whole Beastman World. A regular beastman had two forms, which were passive and aggressive. Their passive form was their human or human-like form, while their aggressive form was their beast form. Male beastmen were naturally hatched in their aggressive form and will be able to transform into their passive form once they reach the age of seven. In our tribe, at this age, he was required to attend school with all the other Cubs under the teaching of the assigned elders.

What is this? “You are even prettier awake,” a voice, less deep than the monster’s but just as gravelly fills the room as if out of thin air and I jump up on the bed. Standing on the bed, I finally see the source of the voice as well as his companions. There are three of them, man-like and diminutive creatures, neither one of them more than twelve inches tall, and all of them completely naked. They are standing at the foot of the bed and watching me with curious eyes. Much like the monster, they have horns on their heads except theirs are less curved and the colour of eggshell. Also, while the monster’s eyes are orange, these creatures’ eyes appear to be a mixture of brown and green. This is

She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain. I looked into my right mirror. Pacing the convoy through the dense, glowing blue brush were massive shadows. Origin-Beasts. But these weren't the rhino-sized wolves we had fought when we rescued the Code-Born. These were something worse. They looked like prehistoric big cats, but their bodies were entirely composed of jagged, shifting crystalline muscle that refracted the ambient blue light of the forest. They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat.

The Battle-Droids raised their weapons for the final execution volley. THOOOOM. A massive sound shook the cavern. Everyone stopped. The ground trembled. Above the magma pit, the giant DEUS Machine—the 20-foot tall liquid metal god—moved. It tore its massive head free from the cables. Its eyes flickered rapidly. Red... Red... BLUE. The Machine looked down. It didn't look at Jackson. It looked at the Scientist. "System Update Complete," The Machine spoke. Its voice wasn't robotic. It sounded like two voices layered together—a boy and a girl.

“No. I’m not sure. The reason why I didn’t attend the auction was that Moses warned me about it.” “Moses Braddson?” Of course, like Terzo said, the Krosses and Braddsons shared the same common ground. The Kross Industries and the Hover were working together on the biggest project in history. “He warned me about the Beavers’ involvement in the trafficking ring that there’s gonna be a set of women to be sold at the auction. Your Italian mafia friend would be there. So I thought you’d like to save lives.” “You should have warned me first.” I sighed deeply, staring at him, but I felt like there was more to this story, and he hadn’t told me everything.