Transformers Beast Wars Transmutate Novels & Stories

"Their lizards aren't immortal, right? A shot to the head, and they should fall dead." Bob swallows, speaking in a hoarse voice. "It is hard to kill mutated species." Right. Bob used to study mutated animals and species before he turned into a hybrid. He was dying, and his wife managed to make Courtney give her the elixir. "I will allow you to use a car with a turret on top of its roof. Will that be enough to take down those animals?" Bob nods and pushes his glasses further up his nose. His teeth are biting down on his lips. "It will work."

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi

It crackled like a storm, sending a violent shudder through my bones. And then I saw it. From deeper of the forest, a monstrous beast emerged. It was huge, its body covered in midnight-black fur. Its yellow eyes glowed like molten fire, sharp fangs bared in a terrifying snarl. The sheer power radiating from it was suffocating. The wolf in front of me whimpered, shrinking back. And then, before I could even process what was happening, the beast shifted. The transformation was brutal. Bones cracked, fur melted away, and in a mere blink of an eye, the monstrous form was gone—replaced by Alpha Cade.

User should be cautious in using this feature by keeping tabs on his energy at all times. Transform: This skill allows the users to take on the shape of any beast he has killed. The forms of these beasts can be stored in slots provided by the skill. There are currently only two slots. A slot can be filled only within an hour of defeating the beast. Cooldowns do not apply to this skill’s absorption feature. However, the transformation only lasts for 5 minutes, after which the skill would be invalid for either absorption or transformation for a day. The cooldown period reduces as the user grows stronger.

The forest he lived in transformed into an instant desert of death. "Why am I not dead?" Quickstep asked in agony as tears were flowing down his beady eyes. "You have been saved by the system bestowed upon you by a god, host," the female unfeeling voice of the system answered Quickstep. "What system?" Quickstep was still dazed with his loss and was not thinking properly. "The system is called Transmogrification. You can take any life form you touch and take their abilities for your own use. Their memories and shape would also be available for you. This ability is also applicable to the dead and inanimate objects," the system said to Quickstep.

King Parker roared loudly and all of the warriors from every species made their cheering noises in reply. As we all started eating, I thought about the coming fight and started wondering about my blue bear’s powers. I asked, “Bella, what exactly can we do?” She chuckled in my head, “Lady, I was wondering when you were going to ask. We can do a lot of things, but one of the most exciting things is that we can appear translucent.” I asked, “Do you mean disappear?” She replied, “Not disappear, just drain all color. Disappearing is that you are totally invisible and you can walk through walls. You can’t do that when you are translucent. But you can also make your mate translucent too.” I asked h

I don’t really know. "I wish I had that ability," I slowly said, wishing for full thinking. I wish I could have torn my heart out, didn't suffer the pain of rejection and betrayal. My new heart will regrow. Sounds awesome, right? This idea of regrow sounds like a pretty cool power. It was almost like the thought of knowing that you can never die no matter what happens. "You have an ability similar to that, Raven! Your womb is capable of healing and regrowing almost ten times faster than the regular human or werewolf. Plus your knowledge in the medical field is unbelievable," Rora said, as if that was something that I should be extremely proud of.

She knew rogues tended to be wilder and adapted to nature, but she liked learning survival tricks like this. “With practice, you can feel the slightest movement. I can teach you, if you’d like.” Beast offered, fighting to keep a wholesome hopefulness in his voice masked, but failing completely, especially with the proud smile covering his face at spending more time with his mate. With a glance, Beast shut down the chuckles that followed from a few rogue warriors nearby. “You two are going to give me cavities at this rate.” Thorin chuckled.

Elodie screamed, lunging for the machine. Vane’s suit backhanded her, sending her flying across the stone floor. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud. "Target acquired," Vane said. "Initiating extraction." "Get back here, you son of a bitch!" Victor roared. He didn't shift into his usual wolf. The air around him began to warp. His bones didn't just break and reset; they grew. His fur turned a deep, obsidian black, and his eyes didn't glow amber—they turned into pits of raw, swirling magma. His muscles doubled in size, tearing the last of his clothes away as he became something older, something primal.

within him—the raw, extraterrestrial mutagen—responded to his rage. His eyes didn't just glow; they erupted. Two beams of violet light shot from his pupils, searing the air. His entire body began to shift. The skin on his chest and arms hardened into the same metallic grey as his forearm. His teeth lengthened, turning into serrated points. He didn't just need calories anymore. He needed energy. Baraka grabbed the giant’s wrist with his newly hardened hand. He squeezed. For the first time, Subject One reacted. A low, guttural grunt escaped his throat. The obsidian skin on his wrist began to crack under Baraka’s grip.