Transformers Beast Machines Characters Novels & Stories

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

I could feel their whispers like daggers at my back, their murmurs turning into a dull roar. "She’s insane." "She’ll die before the week’s out." "A mere omega with the beast king? What is she thinking?" Amira’s violet eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as if she couldn’t form the words to express her horror. Max, standing beside her, looked at me like I’d grown a second head. The once-confident sneer he wore now faltered, replaced by confusion. Even the Lycan king himself paused. Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.

NARRATIVE POV This massive male was giving orders. His presence was commanding and dark. Yes. He had a pulsating darkness around him, but it oddly called to her. It matched the darkness that filled her hollow soul. It coursed through her veins. His body was riddled with deep scars. He was a war beast. Beast. CC wondered if this was the Beast that the rogues were referring to. The name suited him. She couldn’t imagine this behemoth doing mundane everyday errands like running to the supermarket in a minivan after dropping off the pups at soccer. He was raw and dangerous.

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.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

The first rogue lay motionless on the corridor floor with its head ripped apart. Zayden was truly the beast they called him. The third rogue did not move.It stood at the center of the corridor between us watching with something behind its eyes that the other two didn't have. Zayden shifted back,I followed. We stood in human form in the narrow corridor with the two subdued rogues and the third one between us. "That one is a relay," Zayden said. His voice was controlled but his breathing was not

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

"Our kind is brought back many years when the first beast, our ancestor, wished he could be human. The Moon Goddess heard his prayer and created a pond in the middle of the forest for him to drink. Once our ancestor drank the magical water, his body transformed into a human but didn't entirely make him human. He still has some of his beast appearance and instincts. He had other beasts drink the water and turn themselves into humans. They adapted quickly, learning the human ways, but they were still considered dangerous to humans because of their existence. Unlike humans, we age slower. When a beastman child turns ten, they are already considered adults." "Wait, once a beastman child turns te

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

My vision blurs at the edges. “You are Vance Moretti’s daughter,” Dante snarls. “That’s the only reason you're still breathing. You think Zeke wouldn’t let you go? That he wouldn’t replace you with another doll the second I rip you out like the thorn you are?” Panic floods me. My body kicks and jerks, but it’s no use. He’s stronger. Crueler. Built like a weapon. I can feel the life force draining out of me, my knees buckling. Then, he lets go.