Transformers Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

He exclaimed when his mind returned to the present. " Maxwell Angelo von Heinlein.....He must be the human in the prophecy." He added in a low voice. The giant bird monster was still a little far from the moon gate of the dark lord's fortress when suddenly he jumped down. He was rapidly falling to the ground but he didn't care about it. He was still calm. When he was almost on the ground, he suddenly transformed into a chiropteran. He immediately flew through the window of the fortress where the seven pillars were having their assembly. Then Mir instantly transformed into a human form when he entered the area.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

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.

However, as Torch moved from the sculpture to greet me, I could see that he wasn’t the same kid I remembered. Instead of Torch being the boy with the spiked shoulder and black arm, he was the boy that looked more robot than human. The left half of his face now had black metal all over it; with a sliver of it joining to the chunk around his eye and cheekbone on the right side. His right eye didn’t exist anymore. Instead, it was a green technical orb, embedded amongst the metal; his iris continuously adjusting and spinning around. Torch’s right shoulder wasn’t the only one possessed by the giant spikes that joined into a metal arm; his left was an exact copy too.

One by one, the votes stacked against Raymond. His gaze darted frantically between the raised hands, panic creeping into his features. "You can’t do this," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "Not to her." A small, uncertain voice cut through the tense air. "What is Mutatio Dolorosa?" Beck muttered, his expression dark with unease. I turned to him. "It's a Painful form of transformation." My voice was steady, emotionless. "Where someone who can't shift is beaten—brutalized—until their wolf is forced to emerge."

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

And Bima felt something moving beneath him. Something large, alive, and slimy. [Warning! You have landed on the body of an 'Alpha Mutant' (BOSS Level – 'The Behemoth')!] [The Behemoth's Objective: Protect the metro system core. Highly aggressive toward intruders!] [Warning! Kevin has likely already harnessed part of 'The Behemoth' for his 'Synthetic Buff'!] "Damn it! We landed on it?!" Bima shouted in his mind, panic setting in.

"But I can give you a new Pattern." Leo didn't use the De-Coupler. He used the Void-Resonance he had inherited from Meilin. He didn't break the shards; he Re-Programmed them. He gave them the "Curiosity Seed"—the same spark that had saved the Mimics. The Transmutation The silver pillar didn't collapse. It Changed. The jagged, aggressive vines softened, turning into a translucent, glass-like material that didn't siphon power, but Generated it from the ambient thermal energy of the city.

Peace said. The beast could be seen standing up from where he sat when Professor Oscorb entered. "Is it ready?" The beast asked. "Yes. This will enhance your cells to enlarge and become immune to the cure doctor Tom have created." Oscorb said. The beast collected it and injected him self. He roared out as his muscles enlarged. "Yes. Yes I feel stronger now." The beast said. "Now I avenge on the werewolves for killing my pack." He roared out. TARA'S RESIDENCE