Transformers Beast Wars Cybershark Novels & Stories

The Cyber-Pack Incursion Behind the White Wolf, the thousands of green eyes began to resolve into the Cyber-Wolves. These were the "Polished" versions of the Under-Keepers—beasts of chrome and muscle, their joints hiss-clicking with hydraulic precision. They didn't breathe; they cycled coolant. They didn't howl; they broadcasted static. "Zane! Formation!" Elara growled, her voice a struggle against the whistle’s lingering echo. The Feral Six—now the Primal Six—braced themselves.

Aiden said speaking into his telecom. "Get ready you'll take my position soon." He whispered to Devina. Sharon sides the bike over a crossing truck and as it rose up she removed her Desert Eagle pistol and releases bullets into the beast back since the bullets of a Beretta 45' had little or no effect on the beast. The Beast roared and jumped grabbing a skyscraper building and climbing up with it claws. "Tara where the hell are you?" Sharon spoke into her telecom while holding the hand brake. "In position." A voice was heard.

In addition, she borrowed some power from Ancestral Bodhi Tree and gained some profit from the holy energy in Alex’s golden lake so that she could simultaneously fire all the eighteen law-powered cannons on the starship. Putting on Hound’s appearance, Alex glanced at the original owner and complained, “Your name sounds really weird. A hound.. a warthog, as well as a dragon. Does your family run a zoo?” Shelly said, “You don’t have to care about what his family runs. The people over there are powerful, and you have too few allies. You won’t be able to withstand it. We have to come up with something big to destroy at least half in one go before we might win the fight.”

Clawing particle stuff from my wet eyes, I saw Skarrgar once again terribly, bizarrely mobile despite the horrible punishment it had sustained. The juggernaut moved with an odd, jagged tempo, as though half of its limbs could not completely follow the human overriding impulses guiding it. One arm swung in a scything arc toward where Darrel and I had only just started extricating ourselves, impacting with the ferocity of a little meteorite blast. My following perceptions were a sequence of breaking freeze frames, sound reduced to a tinny susurration inside the ringing impact on my head. Lost all pretence towards reserve and calm as Darrel throwing me aside with a ferocious snarl bulled forwar

Knox suddenly moved in front of me, his body shielding me from Alpha Karl and Kyran. "Since when was it our responsibility to keep tabs on Alpha Eros? He is not just some omega werewolf that can be easily subdued. He is a hybrid alpha. Why come to us if he is missing?" Alpha Kyran's brow raised, and before Alpha Karl could do something, he moved between them. It all happened in a flash, and I watched in horror as Alpha Kyran's fingers laced in Knox's hair, and he bashed his head straight into the nearest seat.

I roared to the Tundra-warriors. ​Killian and the remaining shadow-shifters didn't attack the Arbiters directly. Instead, they dove into the "Sapphire Fire" below the walkway, using their shadow-forms to "Anchor" the gravity-wells. They were acting as human heat-sinks, absorbing the excess energy of the reactor so the twins could breathe. I saw Killian’s form flickering violently, his edges blurring into grey pixels as the reactor tried to "Absorb" him back into the system.

The Battle Begins The Shadow Beast didn't just arrive. It smashed through our outer defenses like they were made of paper. I heard the screams first. Then the crashing. Then I saw it. "Oh my god." It was massive—easily twenty feet tall, made of writhing shadows that seemed to eat the light around them. Red eyes like burning coals. Claws that left tears in the air itself when it moved. And it was heading straight for me. "“EVERYONE FALL BACK!” Damon shouted. "GET TO SECONDARY POSITIONS NOW!"

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

The weapons the ancient world would not be the massive armored steel shell of the cyborgs fast enough penetrate. The iris of his eyes shone in a toxic, burning green. The Black claws broke out of his fingertips. The Beast and the Commander finally merged into a single, unstoppable Killing machine. With an ear-powdering boar, Kael came out and jumped directly into the deadly crossfire of the machines.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.