Beast Machine Transformers Novels & Stories

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

My bones restructuring beneath skin, the familiar crack and pull of the transformation,my muscle expanding beyond its human dimensions, the world sharpening to its wolf-level clarity as four hundred pounds of grey and black wolf landed where the man had been standing. I lowered my head and looked at the yellow eyes in the gap. After my transformation was complete,I heard a sound in the tunnel beyond them,far below to calculate the distance accurately. It was a sound older than howling and something vibrated through the stone floor that made the rogues retreat back and up through my chest of the most feared alpha in the northern territory,that made my wolf to briefly go still.

“Standing here naked with her peeking through her fingers like a skittish rabbit is inefficient. Let me take over while the clothes dry.” “You behave,” I warned. He laughed softly in my skull. “Scout’s honor.” I let the change come. Bone cracked and reformed with familiar violence as fur ripped outward from my skin. Horns pushed through my scalp in a jolt of pain that quickly dulled into something like relief. My vision darkened and sharpened all at once as my body reshaped into the weight and power of the beast I carried. When it was done, I stretched once before the hearth and circled into place on the rug, curling with a low, satisfied sound.

“But I know you’re not the monster they make you out to be.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening. “How do you know that?” He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because I’ve seen monsters. Real ones. And you’re not one of them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, but it wasn’t frightening. It was grounding. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. “Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter. “Let’s see if you’re any good on a horse.”

Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-meter tall Xenobeast that can only be defeated with materials from the portal. Among all of them, there is another type of Xenobeast that can destroy an entire base in an instant. A Xenobeast in the extreme danger category is the level Zero Xenobeast. "Where's my shrimp?" Arthur asked, which instantly made my heart jump out of my chest. I forgot. I accidentally ate it while reading a magazine. "Hey, look at me," Arthur pulled my chin, but I didn't dare look him in the eye. "Didn't I tell you it was mine?"

That was a problem they would inevitably face next. Kate's charming face grew serious, and she explained, “According to Grandpa, it's divided into three parts—mechanisms, beast trials, and human trials!” Mechanisms were easy to understand. Andrius had seen and experienced many over the years. However, what were beast and human trials? Then, he asked, “Tell me about the beast and human trials.” Kate nodded and began to explain, “The beast trial is actually a rare spirit turtle raised by the Turtle Sage called Baser. According to legends, Baser has been alive for thousands of years and possesses formidable strength far beyond ordinary beings.”

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

The contingent was made up of various Macroprimate champions alongside the usual motley of Zang elders and acolytes. Having eaten fruits from the Tree of Transfiguration, these Macroprimates might have assumed human forms, but their minds nevertheless remained bestial and feral. Their bloodshot eyes flared with rage and their more-than-two-meter-tall physique was as sturdy as rock that one might argue they looked more like golems instead. Out of the five champions of the Macroprimate race, one of them was a Ninth-grade Beast Lord who came specially to deal with Bi Keyun. The rest were all Eighth-grade Beast Lords.

Each positive gain helps. Beast form is our preferred fighting mode. We don't resemble an animal, more like the creature from the old movie Predator, and I mean the good one with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Our entire body undergoes changes when we transform caused by an alien chemical known as Kedorine 5 or K-5 for short. When the K-5 floods our alien system, it causes oxytocin and dopamine to spike at levels hundreds of times higher than found in humans. Our bones crack and reshape; our jaw elongates into a powerfully grotesque snapping shelf that holds six-inch razor-sharp fangs. Nonretractable claws extend three inches past our fingertips and makes us clumsy when trying to hold firearms, but