Fanfiction Transformers Novels & Stories

“No. I’m safe from that. Only purebloods can actually transform, and they do so at one-year-old.” “Oh, but that would mean th—” “That when my birth mother learned I couldn’t transform, she gave me up.” “Maybe she had to. It’s possible that you wouldn’t have survived in her world.” “Maybe.” I rub her leg. “What about the incident from earlier?”

Hey June, do you think you have enough juice to keep as safe from those freaks? I can try but I do not think I can handle all of them alone. As the girls were discussing their options, Trevor began to twitch uncontrollably as his muscle span began to expand. guys? Madison said. I think something is wrong with Trevor. driver's body began to transform and sprouts white fur around it as his fingers began to generate sharp silver talents and his teeth became just as vicious. His appearance becoming more of a Wolf like composition ask he ready to face off against the crowd of harpies.

I breathed, puzzled “how would it destroy them?” “When the black ooze touches someone, it seeps into their body through their skin” Cosmo began “it’ll overtake all of their organs and bones and rearrange them, turning them into one of my ‘Creations.’ The Creations have dished-in heads with no eyes. Their bodies are skinny, with long twig-like fingers and toes and black oozing skin. They can be quite... scary…but they keep me safe.” To see Cosmo feeling so insecure about himself only made me feel relieved that there was someone in the Base suffering more than I was. I actually had a chance of survival. He looked weak; like how Tin had been when I had him pinned underneath me…

and turn into a deity, killing everything! "Don't forget! I'm also your senior, and I'm also the best among the apprentices!" Xander, who had transformed into a deity, roared wildly, exposing his fangs. Then, his fingers turned into claws, tearing forward. Crackle and rattle! The Chaos Formation in motion unexpectedly exploded from the inside, and all the formations appeared in the void. Next, they cracked and exploded like porcelain. All of a sudden, it seemed that the world was collapsing, and the mountains and rivers were shattering. Later, the bursting flames spewed to the surroundings.

The transformation complete, Emma sat on the grass beside me. Her face tilted up toward me, expression curious and slightly vulnerable in the moonlight. "Thank you for that," she said softly. "Artemis had fun." Her words were simple, but they triggered a cascade of emotion within me. Aeson pushed, eager to reclaim our human form, to speak with our mate face to face. I surrendered to the familiar heat of transformation, feeling my massive Lycan body contract and reshape. The process was swift but intense – bones reconfiguring, muscles redistributing, fur receding into skin. The world around me momentarily blurred as my senses recalibrated from Lycan to human perception.

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

Powers that were taking his memories. It was a little like me. When the eye of the ancient artifact had given me energy that was destroying my life. It ended up making me a werewolf. Regina, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth as she tried to process everything. "Regina, relax, you're going to wear a hole in the carpet," Peter said.

“I—dream you is scary, cold.” I blinked at her. Dream me? “You…dream about me?” Her eyes widened, like she hadn’t meant to let that piece of information slip. Then she sighed, her warm breath tickling my neck. “He’s nice and warm, but…when the transformation starts, he gets cold, and he’s nothing like you.” Her words barely made sense. What transformation? She tugged me. “Please don’t leave me,” she whispered, shaking all over. “Okay.” I nodded. “I’ll stay. I’ll just be in the chair—”

That of his wife without arms and buck nude being f*cked without mercy by some strange bald dude with a Johnson much bigger than his. He shook his head in denial, "No, it's a lie," Phoenix sighed, "Believe it or not, that's what happened before I left. I promise she's still alive. If you want, I can take you to her. Though, I believe since she has no hands, she's useless to you now, right?" "You bastard! I'll kill you!" the Alpha barked. More black veins appeared on his body and his bones unexpectedly began to crack and rearrange rapidly with his form increasing. This scene was graced by his shouts of agony from the transformation.

He ordered with a sharp voice. “Do you want me to freeze out here?” I growled, trying to free myself, but the weight of his body was overwhelming. “You'll crush me to death.” “I'll keep you warm, TRANSFORM!” Harvey transformed above me, a crooked smile playing on his lips, his human form as imposing as the lupine one. “Or be crushed to death.” “You wouldn't dare kill your Luna, would you?” I taunted, transforming and standing naked in the freezing snow, which touched my sensitive human skin. “I think the snow will be faster than you!”