Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

This beast had to die. I slammed it to the ground and leaped on top of it, about to snap its neck. But then something strange happened. The coyote let out a growl, its jaws elongating. As I watched, its body transformed, growing bigger, a strange dark energy radiating off it. Before I could do anything to it, the beast shook its body, and an invisible wave of something slammed into me. I fell back onto the ground and leaped onto my feet before facing the coyote once again. It stood there facing me, an eerie glow to its body now. Facing it in the beginning, I had wondered how it had such a sinister aura when its combat powers were that weak. Turns out it had a hidden trump card after all. Mor

When the light cleared, the clone was gone. Madison stood in the center of the ruin. Her fur hadn't just returned; it had transformed. She was no longer the White Wolf. She was a blinding, iridescent platinum beast, her coat shimmering with the density of stars. Her power hadn't just doubled; it had tripled. The air around her hummed with a frequency that turned the floor tiles to ash. She shifted back, the change smooth, silent, and terrifyingly fast. She stood naked in the wreckage, her skin glowing with a faint, silvery light.

"Oh no! It looks serious! I think he might die!" Charlotte wailed, forcing crocodile tears. "Shit!" Keith cursed, holding Mars tightly as the black hue continued its rapid spread. Mars groaned, a thin trickle of blood escaping his nose. Then, something miraculous happened. The pure, glacial ice he’d been conjuring erupted from his skin once more, but this time, it climbed over the black stain. Where they met, the ice itself set ablaze with a cold, dark fire, slowly solidifying and reshaping into a new form… a jagged, menacing black ice.

She could feel the raging power coming from Marjien. "She activated the Gem Beast!" one of the warriors shouted and they all pulled out their weapons. They seemed to completely forget about Zillah's existence. Marjien was writhing on the ground, her hand was still at her left chest. Then her skin began to transform into translucence; veins were visible all over her exposed skin.

Before their very eyes, the beast transformed into a man. “Smoke!” Squealed Sprout. “Or Mirrors,” murmured Hayden. “It’s one of them,” confirmed Titan, reaching for the other beast to cut off its collar carefully with the blade of the Axe pointed away from the creature’s neck. They watched the second beast transform into the twin of Smoke or Mirrors. “It’s them,” said Hayden confidently, nodding at Cory. Cory let her father enter the protective semi-sphere. She covered him with the cloak Hayden had given her. He was shivering.

I assure him through clenched teeth even though I'm not sure I do. "Marinah, step around him slowly. No sudden movements." "No," I growl and almost lose myself to Beast's violence. Marinah freezes before she can step in his direction. It's all that saves her. Beast bellows inside me and bones crack. Rage floods my system along with more Kedorine 5. I've never brought Beast back from this point of transformation, but I know I must. The pain almost takes me to my knees. The red band around my vision increases in size until there's only a small clear place left and it holds Marinah. Thick energy pushes against my bones exerting Beast's will over my own. No, I almost shout out loud. I hold my gr

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. *****

My blood boiled and I could feel my control slipping as I remembered the deep elegant voice of Leonard Marsden as he had burrowed inside my mind and how it had almost cost me my life. "Nesta." Devon whispered in my ear, bringing me back from my thoughts. His other hand was gripping my wrist tightly and I was almost scared to look down and see the claws that I knew were present at my fingertips. I gasped in horror and looked at Raphael and Winterlash, they were both staring at my face in amazement and I knew they were staring at my eyes; my already strange lilac eyes that now turned a yellowish gold when I was angry or distressed. I knew that they were aware of what had been done to me, that