Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

She spoke in a tone full of grief, "For example, transmutation." I didn't know. But the well-informed Aaron obviously knows this thing, and his face was unprecedentedly serious. "A spell that can turn a beta into an alpha, an omega into a beta, and even catalyzes the evolution of a half-wolf into a complete werewolf." "That's right." Saying these words seemed to drain Susan's energy, and her tone became even grimmer.

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

He forced the chaotic, rotting biology of the Beast to align. The gray flesh turned to gold. Then to iron. Then to stone. The infection calcified. The Beast screamed as its body hardened. Its legs turned to statues. Its lungs turned to rock. In five seconds, the Beast was gone. In its place was a perfect, twisted statue of gray stone. Leo stood up. He pulled his hand free. The spike retracted, his hand smoothing back into golden fingers. He turned to us. His eyes were mirrors. I could see my own terrified reflection in them.

Peace said. The beast could be seen standing up from where he sat when Professor Oscorb entered. "Is it ready?" The beast asked. "Yes. This will enhance your cells to enlarge and become immune to the cure doctor Tom have created." Oscorb said. The beast collected it and injected him self. He roared out as his muscles enlarged. "Yes. Yes I feel stronger now." The beast said. "Now I avenge on the werewolves for killing my pack." He roared out. TARA'S RESIDENCE

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

No longer did the creature have its fierce predatory expression, or any hint of violence whatsoever. It was simply terrified. ~WHOOSH~ In a sudden gust of wind that caught the Monster off guard, Rey appeared before it with a wide smile on his face. “Die.” Rey's voice was calm as he touched the Monster’s chest. A quick use of [Transmute] caused the creature to expand like a balloon, instantly bursting the next second. Its blood and innards splattered across the room, staining the pure white and blue surroundings. As its Monster Core appeared, dozens of other Monster Cores rained from above.

But it was not enough, they began to fall one by one and it began to dawn on Steve that if he did not do anything, Emma was going to die at the hands of the Black Dragon. He stepped forward. “It is time,” he said to his Beta in a grave tone. Marcus nodded and dashed forward, transforming into a ferocious big black werewolf. He tore his way with his sharp teeth through the ranks of the black dragon. Steve crouched low and closed his eyes, he slowed his breathing and mentally reached deep within himself. He reached deep until he felt his Alpha spirit and called upon the War Beast! The transformation was painful and long. His scream pierced the air and a pause took over the battle field.

(You can save her ease… we can't lose our mate, that would be another pain for me. Then my beast stirred, furious and restless. (Don’t do it! If your wolf leaves I will take over… after all, he has been useless) My beast argued back. Girl the first time I wasn't ready to listen to my beast. “I have no choice,” I said through my teeth. (It will cost us everything. You pull the Lupin soul out, you won’t be the same. You will be weaker..) My beast growled. “I don’t care!” I roared, slamming my claws into my own chest.