Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

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.

Chapter 1: Today, Yu Meng was in a good mood, hence decided to take a stroll in the space hall. But, with her unworldly beauty, she naturally attracted many bees and butterflies, so she walked in large strides but just as she was about to turn right, she felt a strong force squashing her whole body to ground. “What is happening-“ Yu Meng frowned in pain and gradually her consciousness faded away.

And fast. "He's going into full, uncontrolled metamorphosis," Aris stammered, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't operate his console. "The concentration... it's a hundred times what a normal user would take. He'll be a monster in thirty seconds, and then his heart will explode." The beast—it was no longer Tariq—let out another roar, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage, and slammed its new, clawed fist into the blast door, leaving a four-inch-deep dent in the reinforced steel.

They look at each other before turning back to us, their gazes deadly. I tense up even more, ready to run when Damian starts to speak. “Look here buddy, why don’t you just get out of here. I don’t wanna fight you but if I have to I will. Trust me when I say you don’t want this fight to happen.” That’s when I notice that Damian’s voice sounds different. It's deeper and scarier. I look at him and see his eyes are almost pure black except for his irises. They are bright red. The robbers just shake their heads and start to run at us. I let out a scream and close my eyes, throwing my arms out in front of me as a wave of power leaves my body through my hands. It pushes me away from Damian and I al

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.

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

One by one, the votes stacked against Raymond. His gaze darted frantically between the raised hands, panic creeping into his features. "You can’t do this," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "Not to her." A small, uncertain voice cut through the tense air. "What is Mutatio Dolorosa?" Beck muttered, his expression dark with unease. I turned to him. "It's a Painful form of transformation." My voice was steady, emotionless. "Where someone who can't shift is beaten—brutalized—until their wolf is forced to emerge."

Beverly's entire body convulsed as she cried out, a feral, guttural sound of pain and fear. As the agony coursed through her, her face underwent its own nightmarish transformation. Her jaw elongated, teeth sharpening into formidable fangs, while her nose twitched and flattened, taking on a snout-like appearance. Her eyes, once warm and human, turned predatory, reflecting an insatiable hunger for the hunt. Beverly had become what she feared most—a werewolf. The very creatures she had fought against, the monsters she had sworn to eradicate from Omaha, had taken hold of her. The pain subsided somewhat as her transformation completed, leaving her breathless and disoriented.