Beast Wars Transformers Dinobot Novels & Stories

“Didn’t we tell you no opening after eight, Dinah?” “Josh…” Dinah’s voice trembles. Her hand slides under the counter. “Please, I wasn’t serving. I was just…she just came in. She’s new. I…” He cuts her off with a sneer. “We Vampires need to hunt, Dinah. That’s the rule. Humans ain’t supposed to be out past the stipulated curfew. And yet…” His eyes flick to me. “Here she is.” The second man, thick neck, broken nose, leans in close to me. I catch the scent of rust and ash on him. He sniffs me.

she asked. Drake stood up and tried to shift into his dragon form, he grunted and pushed hard and slowly his skin was replaced by scales, the black onyx color shining even in the dimly lit cell. His fingers turned into claws and his body began to make an unusual creaking sound, that was when Drake stopped and with a deep breath returned back to complete human form.

Nathaniel laughed inwardly at his son’s internal struggle. By then, Nathaniel had already spotted Serena and Silas. They looked like frantic guardians, clearly having searched the entire floor for Sebastian. Sebastian turned to Dino and said, “I don’t know if he will listen. He is a fake Dino.” Nathaniel smiled and pointed at him. “You’re the toy owner, so you’re the boss. Dino should listen and follow your rules. And if you follow Mommy’s and Uncle’s rules, Dino will copy you.”

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

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.

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

And because he knew what kind of beasts they were, he knew what strong points they possessed. The first beast was the Steel Bodied Mantis. It was a creature that was 2 metres in height. It looked like a giant praying mantis, and it was just as grotesque. It was a creature that had an extremely tough exoskeleton, just like most of its insect companions. Its defense was near impenetrable, which was why it was called the Steel Bodied Mantis.

A massive chimera‑like **drone‑beast** hunched on all fours, its metal body heaving with slow, mechanical breaths. It was bigger than any drone we’d seen so far—twice the size of the alpha wolf in the castle. Its front half was canine, with heavy plating over its shoulders and neck, a head shaped more like a predator jet than an animal. Its hindquarters were insectile—multiple jointed legs ending in hooked claws, a segmented abdomen bristling with antennae and turrets. Cables ran from its spine up into the beacon’s base, tethering it like a guard dog to a power source.

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.