Transformers Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

No longer did the creature have its fierce predatory expression, or any hint of violence whatsoever. It was simply terrified. ~WHOOSH~ In a sudden gust of wind that caught the Monster off guard, Rey appeared before it with a wide smile on his face. “Die.” Rey's voice was calm as he touched the Monster’s chest. A quick use of [Transmute] caused the creature to expand like a balloon, instantly bursting the next second. Its blood and innards splattered across the room, staining the pure white and blue surroundings. As its Monster Core appeared, dozens of other Monster Cores rained from above.

“It’s far too late for that, dear Bonnie, the next batch has already begun.” Soundhound snapped his fingers and the cocoons pumped blue energy into each of the cops. Their bodies began to mutate and expanded in drastic proportions. Each one gained a strange, hostile feature that resembled various sea creatures but in humanoid form. Bonnie and the Yoshidas watched the victims transform into savage monstrosities. The cocoons released the test subjects. Eight Kaiju surrounded the group.

"They will work day and night on our weapon. Every resource, and every ingredient will be ready. In two nights' time, the beast will be dead." **************** THE BEAST Within the forbidden chamber, bathed in the crimson glow of its recent feast, the beast lay sated. The taste of blood still lingered in its mouth, savoring the flavor as it basked in the afterglow of its carnal desires fulfilled. The beast's body shuddered. A ripple a strange metamorphosis surging from within. Paws contorted, bones shifting with sickening snaps beneath fur. Claws became blunt nails. Hindquarters elongated, warped, and reshaped.

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

gained the ability to speak. I didn't take it to heart. The reason they couldn't transform or speak was simply insufficient power. As long as they had enough energy and training, transformation wouldn't be difficult. During this time, I took them hunting and taught them techniques. They became much stronger than before. Beastmen who could survive with defective bodies were hardly ordinary creatures. True to form, what they lacked in one area, they made up for in another. Although Soren couldn't see from one eye, he had exceptionally keen hearing. And although Adrian temporarily couldn't fly, he had incredibly sharp claws.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

Fishey would become a true Behemoth, not only larger in size but also possessing weapons only Behemoths could wield. As for the other parts, the Furnace should be able to make them. Wasn't the beam gun something the Furnace cooked up? "How long will the modification take?" "Boss, Windfall is pretty big, so it'll probably take three to four days," the Furnace gave an estimate. After all, it needed to custom-build the armor and also consider the mechanisms for Windfall's transformation between humanoid and beast forms.

Here, underground, where stone pressed close, and steam curled low, the beast receded out of instinct. Scales smoothed. Horns shortened. The lines of his face pulled back into a shape that resembled a human face. Wings folded so tightly they vanished into shadowed blades at his back. Along his torso, molten seams dimmed, settling deep beneath skin that appeared, once more, nearly mortal. The transformation flooded him like a tide withdrawing—power sinking under skin, no longer leaking from fractured seams. Not lesser. Just contained. Chosen containment. She felt it happen.

“…to winning battles with smoke and cloth?” “Oh, shut up,” Helter snapped immediately. “I don’t care if it’s embarrassing.” His expression hardened as screams rose beyond the fortress walls. “I just want this damn war to end.” Then his body shifted. Bones cracked violently. Muscles twisted. Expanded. The sound alone was enough to make weaker warriors flinch. Beast. Ruztom stared. “Damn…” Even after all these years, watching lycans transform still felt brutal up close. Then the final signal appeared.

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.