Transformers Beast Within Novels & Stories

had only ever been Waiting for me to be Fat enough with Power to be Worth the Bite. "You aren't a Queen, Mother," the Beast stated, its eyes turning into two hollow, violet Zeros. "You are a High-Density Energy-Source on the blueprint of my hunger. And I am the Mouth". The claws lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Carnal Necessity hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Prey-Variables." My rage was being turned into "Adrenaline for the Chase"; my grief was being turned into "The Salt of the Blood".

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Just relentless torment. Enduring heat was one thing, but this was something else. My bones burned as if they were being rubbed down with sandpaper. Hot tears rolled down my face, impairing my vision. Sharp teeth sliced through my gums, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood. My nose and jaw stretched forth from my skull, undergoing a metamorphosis that defied all medical science. Coarse brown hair erupted through each follicle, and my limbs bent into what should have been impossible angles. They moved beneath my skin like motorized parts of a shape-shifting robot. Then, as they met their resistance, they snapped and reconnected elsewhere. My back arched as I squirmed in agony. I

The pictures flipped like pages in a book. Before he could focus on the face of the man, it transformed into something else. He saw a mountain cliff, a royal court, couples dancing, the petite hand of a woman before she turned into a wolf and ran into the wild. He chased after her, but she was gone. The days turned into night. The night painted itself blue, then red, before everything dissolved into black. A shaft of white light shoved him off his chair, throwing him back against a wall. Zayden growled against his broken spine, bloating his cheeks and trying to breathe through his nose. He focused on his wolf and felt his spine being restructured in an instant.

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

“Remember, my lord. A tear can expand. You tell the world you're one wicked man, but I know you're not. Just let her heal for now.” The Beast nodded. Aegon was on his feet. He bowed and was walking away when he recalled something. “Alpha Caius. Are you certain you don't want the woman from The Mistwood Pack any longer? I think you should re-change your mind. Unless you're very certain you don't want to.” “I'm more than sure. I don't want to.” His Beta nodded. “Alright, my lord. If you—”

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

“Yes, it was Amelia. She had been brutally abused and dying when they found her. Since then, she lost her great ability in fighting and military operating. She couldn’t even recover from the wounds like other wolves.” I bit my lower lips deeply until the taste of blood forced me to retrieve calmness. “W…was it…h…human?” I swallowed thickly, before stuttering with a shaking voice. Why did I ask the question? I had already known the answer, hadn’t I? Xavier looked at worriedly with a nod, “it’s a human organization.” Tears distorted my vision but I managed to blink them back. My mind was whirling as I started to hyperventilate. My legs and waist were weak like jelly, my body slumping against h

“So, Crystal Leonidas has finally come?" The entire room was silenced in anticipation. Meanwhile, Xander William lifted Crystal's chin with his cold fingers. Crystal met Xander's eyes. The man was standing in front of Crystal, he was tall and strong. Without the warm glow in his eyes, his usual silly grin, or the mocking glare she had been used to. What was left was him as the head of Tygerwell—a cruel, untouchable, and dangerous man. Xander's eyes were icy cold, while the elegant black suit that replaced his jeans and denim jacket made it seem as if he had swallowed the light. All that was left was darkness and nothing more.