Transformers Beast Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"The girl is corrupted data. She is no longer fit for the Breeding Program. And the Donor... kill him. We don't need a Beast that thinks it's a man." --- ### The Rejection The soldiers stepped forward. But they didn't raise rifles. I watched in silent, paralyzed horror as their bodies began to buckle and snap. It was the sound of dry wood breaking. Their spines elongated, their clothes tearing as thick, coarse fur erupted from their pores. These weren't the "Enforcers" of the digital world. These were the **War-Hounds** of the real 2026. They were wolves the size of small cars, their breath hot and smelling of raw copper.

I assure him through clenched teeth even though I'm not sure I do. "Marinah, step around him slowly. No sudden movements." "No," I growl and almost lose myself to Beast's violence. Marinah freezes before she can step in his direction. It's all that saves her. Beast bellows inside me and bones crack. Rage floods my system along with more Kedorine 5. I've never brought Beast back from this point of transformation, but I know I must. The pain almost takes me to my knees. The red band around my vision increases in size until there's only a small clear place left and it holds Marinah. Thick energy pushes against my bones exerting Beast's will over my own. No, I almost shout out loud. I hold my gr

The need to be an Alpha and protect his pack at all costs versus the need to protect his family. Before he can protest, a roar breaks us from our conversation. Max and his beast are vibrating as well. They must have noticed our enhanced state. A burst of angry red light shines from the seam where the neck and each leg and arm attach to the torso of the monster. Each limb begins to grow and change separating from the central body. As it deforms, each limb grows into its own entity, radiating power and the same angry heat as before. “Did we just enter a Transformers movie?! What the f**k is going on?” Ellinore snorts through the mindlink.

I tried to make him understand my point here. “And you are my mate. It means that this war is also mine. She dares to touch what’s mine in the first place,” he growled, flipping us and pinning me on the bed. His alpha instincts were stronger than every other alpha present in this world, including me. “I told you, Xyla. This is our war. She isn’t just your daughter. She is mine too. It’s not only you who has been searching for that witch. I am too.” He growled, his eyes constantly changing shades, indicating that Beast was fighting for control.

Maxwell Transforming into my beast form, my paws pounded against the earth, each step echoing with urgency. The ground trembled beneath me as I surged forward, my senses heightened and my instincts razor-sharp. My warriors, catching sight of my transformation, immediately understood the gravity of the situation. They knew that only something of immense importance could drive me to shift so abruptly. Without hesitation, they followed suit, their own forms morphing into powerful beasts as they fell in line behind me. Together, we moved as one, a force of nature racing against time.

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

The beast was unleashed. In the dimly lit parking lot, Alex, now fully transformed, stood amidst a sea of parked cars. His massive frame was covered in thick fur, and his eyes burned with a wild intensity. His breaths were heavy, each exhale a growl. He could still hear the screams of his comrades in his head, but now they were joined by the frantic beating of his own heart. He felt the overwhelming urge to destroy, to tear apart anything in his path. Eventually, the rage began to subside. The beast, exhausted by its own fury, started to retreat. Alex’s breaths grew steadier, his vision clearer. Slowly, painfully.

I tore through the storm, aiming for the beast’s throat. He roared, wings beating furiously, but he was too slow. My claws sank into his flesh, shadows spilling like liquid night. The void screamed. The ground shattered. For the first time, the beast faltered. Zara’s voice cut through the chaos, fierce and unyielding: “Marcus! Don’t stop!” And for a heartbeat, I believed I could. Zara’s POV The beast writhed, shadows peeling from his form like smoke from fire. His roar shook the void, his wings beating in fury.

Every bond sealed. My mates rush to lift me. “Help!” We turn. Lux is still on the ground and ten possessed students surround her. One grips her wrist. One pins her ankle. Another leans down, dark vapor pouring from its mouth toward hers. Her eyes are shifting. No. Not her. “Let her go,” I say quietly. The one above her turns, smiling with something that isn’t human. “What will you do?” it rasps. I step forward. Behind me, my mates form a line. A snap joins something in place inside me, and slowly I transform into a beast!

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.