Transformers Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising Novels & Stories

Completely. “No.” I shook my head hard, heart starting to pound. “No, no, no—” I dropped to one knee, pressed my palm against the ground where she’d been standing earlier. The dirt wasn’t disturbed. No scuffed footprints. No claw marks. No scent trail. No drag. No signs of struggle. It was like the gods had reached down and plucked her from the world without a trace. My body shifted halfway without me meaning to—nails turning to claws, eyes sharpening to slits. My beast surged under my skin, howling.

If that wasn't his drool… As if hearing my question, he turned my head back and kissed me with closed eyes. He greedily took in all of my scent. Great, my head just did a perfect three-sixty. After he stood up, I saw the thing that'd been slithering all over me. It was slender and covered in silver scales. A serpent's tail. Could it be? Nathaniel was a beastfolk?

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

Chapter 82 — Aria's POV The magical barrier shattered like glass, raining sparkles of power that faded before hitting the ground. My stomach dropped as the first hunters burst through the gap. Holy crap. These weren't the hunters we'd trained for. Their bodies were wrong — limbs too long, muscles bulging in impossible ways. Some had multiple partial shifts, fur, and scales mixed together. Others moved like smoke, barely solid. “All units, maintain formation!” Kane's voice cut through the radio static. “Do not engage individually!”

Come closer, and you’ll suffocate in your own arrogance. Elder Mauritius tried to rally himself, his hand fumbling for a weapon, but his strength was failing. The Headmaster's gaze flicked towards him, predatory and calculating. Suddenly, the chamber door burst open, and a group of Hunters stormed in, their crossbows aimed and ready. They wore the insignia of the Headmaster’s faction, their faces obscured by gas masks. "Eliminate them," the Headmaster commanded, his tone icy and absolute. The Hunters opened fire. Bolts whizzed through the air, forcing Quillion to dive for cover behind a toppled pillar. Elder Mauritius, despite his weakened state, managed to roll to the side, narrowly avoidin

POV: Victoria The first hunter was still tearing through the crowd when two more transformations began. I watched in frozen horror as a female wolf from Maya's group collapsed, her spine arching impossibly. Her screams cut through the chaos, raw and animal. Bones cracked and reformed. Skin split and healed and split again. Within seconds, another eight-foot monster rose where a person had been. Then a third. A young male from Seraphina's coalition. He'd been standing right next to me, helping organize the civilian evacuation. Now he was something else entirely. Something that looked at me with white, glowing eyes and saw only prey.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? THAT WAS FUCKING A BEAR! IT COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! ARE YOU INSANE?!” “I.. I don’t think he wanted to hurt me.” He grabbed my arms and shook me hard. “HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?”

Tt did not matter as a breed they were incredibly dangerous to the Shifters and they wanted the powerful Werewolves more than any of the other Immortals especially the larger ones. She could see that the Hunters had trapped a large Shifter but she could not make out what it was as they’d covered it in thick silver nets to keep it still. Watching closely she saw the human males kept running forward and sticking electric cattle prods into any part of it they could find. It must have been in agony but it made no sound as it struggled valiantly against far to many of them. Tegan hated injustice, if the numbers had been fairer she would have left it to fight alone but it did not stand a chance. S

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!