Beast Machine Transformers Novels & Stories

Archie shrugged with a mocking grin," What can you even expect from a bunch of new recruits? No matter how intelligent a beast, it's still a beast." "Are you serious? You think–" Alia's vein popped out, she was about to lash out until Grisha interrupted. "Alright enough!" Grisha stopped them both and turned to the scout, "Jax, tell me more about this beast!" "Lieutenant, the beast is a Manticore. It has a disfigured human-like face and the body of a lion. When they spotted the beast, it was about 6-8 meters tall. It has three rows of teeth and its body is covered with hard scales. The beast has both earth and fire type elemental affinity."

With the blessing from the kings they all start to shift. **** Species :- Beasts :- Beasts are the most strong species in the supernatural world. Beasts can do shape shifting. Their beast forms are more powerfull then their human form. They are usually above the height of 8-9 feet. Sometimes more then 9 feet depending on their ranks. They live In a pack.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

The weapons the ancient world would not be the massive armored steel shell of the cyborgs fast enough penetrate. The iris of his eyes shone in a toxic, burning green. The Black claws broke out of his fingertips. The Beast and the Commander finally merged into a single, unstoppable Killing machine. With an ear-powdering boar, Kael came out and jumped directly into the deadly crossfire of the machines.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

A minute later, Helena tossed the modified beacon back to Tristan. Tristan keyed the activation switch. The cylinder began to pulse with a slow, steady red light. He didn't record a grand speech. He didn't make a threat. He simply spoke two sentences into the audio receiver. "The math is broken, Aunt Vespera. The ghosts are in the machine." He tossed the active beacon into the cab of the disabled Imperial transport, right onto the driver's seat. "Vane, hook these cargo cars to the *Mammoth*," Tristan ordered, turning away from the convoy. "We leave the engine here for her scouts to find."

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.