Transformers Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising Novels & Stories

"We heard the mountain scream when you returned. We thought the simulation had finally finished us off." "It’s not a simulation anymore, Marcus," I said, walking toward him. I looked around the camp. There were hundreds of them—broken, flickering, but alive. "The worlds have merged. And the man responsible is sitting in the Great Tower." "We know," Marcus said, gesturing to the energy-arm. "He’s been hunting us. His 'Sentinels' aren't just drones anymore. They are 'Hounds'—shifters he’s rewritten into mindless killers. They don't eat meat; they eat data. They eat us."

"The girl is corrupted data. She is no longer fit for the Breeding Program. And the Donor... kill him. We don't need a Beast that thinks it's a man." --- ### The Rejection The soldiers stepped forward. But they didn't raise rifles. I watched in silent, paralyzed horror as their bodies began to buckle and snap. It was the sound of dry wood breaking. Their spines elongated, their clothes tearing as thick, coarse fur erupted from their pores. These weren't the "Enforcers" of the digital world. These were the **War-Hounds** of the real 2026. They were wolves the size of small cars, their breath hot and smelling of raw copper.

Adrian cried out, bleeding and exhausted. The massive beast snapped its head toward him. For a terrifying second, Adrian couldn't tell if any piece of the man he loved was left inside. But then, those golden eyes locked onto the blood streaming down Adrian’s arm. A low, anguished roar ripped from the creature's chest. The hunters spilled into the room, silver weapons raised. "There he is!" their leader shouted—an old sorcerer whose eyes burned with dark, corrupted magic. "Subdue him!" But seeing Adrian's blood broke something inside Cassian. A raw, primal fury ignited within the beast, driven by a desperate need to protect his mate. He threw himself at the hunters with terrifying savagery, h

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

He invades packs, and the big city filled with humans, in search of his mate, who he later found was being abused. Scarlett Hunter is a human girl, who's considered an orphan. She was adopted by a nice couple, but they became her worst nightmare after producing their children. Scarlett grew up seeing what others couldn't see, which were creatures and living dead. When Scarlett was already of age, she was married off to the person who is known as Devil himself. What would emerge of Scarlett when she realized that those creatures which she always sees around are real, and she's mated to one of them?.

"Aiden, you've pulled her into this. Into something we don't all entirely comprehend. Are you even aware of the stakes? Aiden retorted, "I know enough to keep going." "Save your breath if you're here to lecture me." Damon's eyes narrowed, but the ground shook once more before he could react. Both guys instantly glanced toward the source as a deep rumble reverberated through the wreckage. A huge beast with a writhing mess of tendrils and armor that resembled jagged obsidian arose from the shadows. Malevolently, its luminous eyes stared at them. "Excellent," Damon mumbled as he pulled out his gun. "More nightmares."

Then he collapsed, unconscious. The council members started arguing, raising their voices in a mix of fear and anger. Two Alphas from rival packs looked ready to come to blows, their argument about jurisdiction and responsibility growing heated. I stepped between them, my voice cutting through the chaos. “Enough! We face a threat that concerns us all. This is no time for petty rivalries.” As I worked to restore order, Asher took the floor, presenting the evidence we'd gathered about the unknown creatures and the hunters' advanced technology. He spoke of energy-dampening fields that could suppress our transformations and silver-infused weapons capable of causing grievous harm to our kind.

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.