Transformers Beast Wars Quickstrike Novels & Stories

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.

I wanted them to be afraid. ​"NOW!" I roared. ​Down in the streets, a dozen explosions went off at once. The rebels had planted thermite charges on the perimeter fences. Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sirens began to wail. ​The guards at the base of the Spire scrambled to respond. Two "Beast-Slayer" drones—giant, spider-like machines with red laser eyes—crawled down the side of the Government House, their metal legs clanging on the stone.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

"Big ones." "Take it down!" With a yell, Damien started shooting. Fight the Beast With terrible speed, the machine came at us, its claws tearing through the walls. With a sharp shot, Vanessa struck one of its joints, causing it to falter. "Aim for the legs!" Kyle hid behind a console and yelled. "It’s too heavily armored everywhere else!" I shot at one of its blazing joints, slowing it down with the explosion that sent sparks flying. "EMP!" With a shout, Rook threw a grenade that momentarily stopped its sensors.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

She raised her hands, pulling tons of sand from the air, shaping it into a massive, shimmering lance. "Beast this, sister!" Jack countered. He unholstered a weapon he had been saving for a special occasion: a three-foot-long, heavy hydraulic warhammer. The head of the hammer hummed with a kinetic capacitor. Xanthe threw the sand lance. Jack didn't dodge. He swung the hammer, meeting the lance mid-air. The kinetic energy from the hammer detonated the sand structure, turning the desert air into a temporary cloud of dust and steam. [The Activation]

Storm winced but didn't let go until the beast kicked him away and turned its attention back to Travis. Travis had regained his footing, his claws extending as he met the beast's next charge. He grappled with the creature, his muscles straining as they rolled through the dirt. The beast was fast, snapping and clawing, but Travis was fueled by a desperate rage. He punched the animal's ribs, feeling the bone give way, but it seemed to feel no pain.

Delta Scott snapped out of his shock immediately. “You heard the Alpha!” he bellowed. “Warriors! Move! Take down that creature!” The warriors surged forward, training taking over fear. Silver arrows flew first, slicing through the air toward the creature’s chest and shoulders. Blades followed as warriors closed in from all sides, growling as they attacked. Steel struck flesh. And bounced off. The beast barely reacted. It turned its massive head, eyes glowing faintly, as if annoyed rather than injured. With terrifying speed, it swiped one enormous claw through the air.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Pine joked, earning him a slap to the back of the head from Reaper. “Beast isn’t one to tolerate your jokes. Careful, Pine.” Reaper warns. “I would second that.” Beasts' low, threatening tone vibrates the surrounding air. “Beast,” I nod. Beast walks to the fire, relaxing on the dirty ground, leaning against the log bench. He always preferred the ground. He could detect movement vibrations through the ground. Nothing sneaks up on Beast. Ever. “That female is my mate.” I watched as the group turned and looked at Beast wide-eyed.