Transformers Beast Hunters Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain. I looked into my right mirror. Pacing the convoy through the dense, glowing blue brush were massive shadows. Origin-Beasts. But these weren't the rhino-sized wolves we had fought when we rescued the Code-Born. These were something worse. They looked like prehistoric big cats, but their bodies were entirely composed of jagged, shifting crystalline muscle that refracted the ambient blue light of the forest. They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat.

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

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

And it also explicated how she knew the name of his wolf. “Zian,” she had said back at the parking lot, causing his wolf to howl inside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he decided to deal with the rest of the mystery after going back to the hotel room. It was the last day of their stay. Now that the healer was discovered, there was no point in staying here any longer and wasting time. The sooner they got back to their pack-house, the better they could prepare for the upcoming war. His people needed this boost of confidence and enthusiasm that only a healer could provide. As for that reincarnation thing—he would demand an audience with the elders and play it by the ear.

The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side. "Father, the bounty hunter has arrived." Kaizer couldn't see the man in the dark for the torches were behind him, but he could see on his silhouette a bent stature and a bald head. He was old. Kaizer could sense power and authority from him but not enough to make him fall on his knees too. He was looking at Kaizer and Kaizer knew it. Silence was heard. Moans and pains were the background. Then the Magnus stood up and bowed.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

Jack Blackwell must have made arrangements to jam the tracker's signals. Beast's mind started working again and he started the car, taking the U-turn to go back to the mansion to see it for himself. As his mind started working, his feelings went numb. Only anger was coursing through his veins. Cold anger that always made him destroy everything that came in his way. As Beast stopped the car in the driveway of the mansion, he saw The Hellion rushing to him followed by a few of their men. Beast's eyes went to two dead bodies of his men lying on the ground beside the main door of the mansion.

"Ha! You managed to murder an elder, and now you think that you are strong enough to kill me." "I killed the father. How hard can it be killing the son?" The hate in Ax's eyes for Angel was indescribable as his claws appeared, and his sharp pointed teeth surfaced. 'I think I pushed my words too far! Well, this is not good.' Angel thought as he watched his cousin transform. However, Ax's transmutation suddenly came to a stop, and his cousin changed back to his human form. "You were safe by the bell." Ax said before covering his head with his jacket hoodie and walking past Angel.

(Captain Guard) "Guard Captain Mike….Yeah, as always…oh That?... We called it The Punisher..that's our new Level 7 beast, it can even blast through your wall if it's angry..". (Major Colleen) Since the other party doesn't know that the beast was exactly nothing more than a simple vehicle, Everyone in Aeternum knew not to correct them and just follow along with the flow, like their president said 'if they make a good assumption, then just let them be'.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h