Transformers Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising Novels & Stories

Jaxon's POV The hunters broke. Not all at once, but in waves. First the ones at the back, the newest recruits who'd signed up thinking they'd be heroes protecting humanity. They dropped their weapons, the silver powder that used to be guns still coating their hands, and backed toward the exits. Then the veterans, the ones who'd hunted supernaturals for years. Even they couldn't stand against Maya's transformed presence. She radiated power like the sun radiated light, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

The sound of bones shattering and reforming was clearly audible; his skin tore like rags, revealing a black, carapace-like substance beneath. “Aaaaaah!” he screamed in agony as the black mist suddenly erupted, blasting away all the guests within a dozen meters of him! Panic erupted. Screams, cries, and the shattering of glass echoed throughout the museum. “Catherine, get out of there! Now!” Jack roared. “Too late!” Catherine’s voice rang out. “He’s blocked the main exit! He’s…transforming!” On the surveillance footage, Preston Vance was no longer human. He had transformed into a monster nearly ten feet tall, composed of twisted black carapace and exposed, pulsating tendons. His face, which s

It's finally happening. Kael's beast is returning from dormancy

Hunters. “And what sorts of Hunters are predisposed toward painful Transformations?” she asked, sitting halfway up. Jamie glanced at Aaron this time, but Aaron didn’t acknowledge him, an indicator that the Leader wouldn’t be fielding this question. Jamie let out a sigh and turned back to face Cadence, forcing a small smile. “Well, usually those who have the most genes to transform are the ones who are most affected by it.” Her eyes widened and she glanced at the faces at the foot of the bed and then back to Jamie. “But don’t worry,” he assured her again, “It will only last a few minutes, and then you’ll be out.”

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Maya asked, her hands glowing with a soft gold as she gripped the overhead support rail. ​"Ten minutes. Maybe less," Silas replied, her jaw set. "But we’ve got a bigger problem. Look at the scanners." ​On the tactical display, hundreds of red icons began to swarm the landing zone. These weren't drones or machines. They were the "Apex" wolves, Thorne’s personal guard, fully infused with the Primal Seed and the necro-virus. They were standing on the jagged obsidian peaks, their eyes glowing with a synchronized, rhythmic red pulse.

"The Consilience isn't relying solely on conventional security measures. They're deploying their most valuable assets other resurrected hunters they've systematically captured and corrupted. Individuals who should be fighting for cosmic justice but now serve The Consilience's destructive agenda." The implications struck with physical force, reverberating through our small group. Through our enhanced resonance, I felt Damian's instant comprehension mirroring my own dreadful realization. We wouldn't merely be confronting standard Consilience operatives. We'd be facing hunters who shared our enhanced abilities, our deep understanding of resurrection mechanics, our very nature twisted against it

"They aren't digital ghosts here, Elara. They are the ones who stayed behind when the others uploaded. They are the Luddites of the Void." Suddenly, a sound echoed across the plain—a low, rhythmic thrumming. From the shadows of the Needle City, three shapes emerged. They weren't geometric drones. They were biological—massive, six-legged predators with skin like polished chrome and eyes that glowed with a predatory red. "Scavenger Hounds," Sif whispered. "The Architects' guard dogs." The hounds didn't bark. They moved with a terrifying, silent efficiency, locking onto the scent of the millions of "fresh" hearts beating on the plain.