Transformers Females Novels & Stories

“I told you she is a replica. You don’t believe me” Confusion swirled in my mind, the woman with the cloak fidgeting for the flashlight in her bag. She turned it on—to my eyes. Suddenly, she gasped, almost stumbling to the floor as the flashlight fell to the ground. Fear and confusion warred inside of me. What the hell was going on and why did she look like me like she had seen a ghost? She pointed the torch back at me, pressed the phone back to her ears, and cried. “Xander is correct, she looks exactly…” Her voice cracked and she took another glance at me in disbelief. “Like the dead young Alpha.”

They rely on ranks. Alpha - The one who leads. Beta - The one who enforces. Gamma - The ones who are shaped into weapons. And Nyra Lopez— She isn’t just overseeing training. She’s climbing. Reaching for the highest position in a system that doesn’t bend easily—especially not for women. That’s why I’m still alive. They call me her mate. A partner. A necessity—something that strengthens her claim to power. If I die, her position weakens. If I kneel, her enemies gain ground.

Both when seeing Iliana seemed mesmerized, the woman knew that a nymph's training helps any woman. So, internally, she went to see the tiger woman who was looking at her, when the girl put on her red uniform, amidst a line of recruits as they were presented in the middle of a secret base, being converted by other senior agents. In which after all, it was better to have a tigress and a tiger rather than a simple wolf, she wouldn't have to worry about a wolf for her to become a simple vampire, at least she would insinuate herself and find out the plans, she didn't need much more than a tight-fitting outfit, while her breasts barely fit in her overalls.

There are no abilities to speak of. "Is it true, though, that they have the ability to transform into wolves, just like you?" When Daniel stared at her, he shook his head in disapproval of her. "Only a small number of them have the ability to transform their form. If they are able to do so, it will only be for a short length of time until they must go. Three maids — Marga, Isabela, and Lux — are the only ones who have the ability to transform their appearance: Because they are half-blooded werewolves, their wolf is slightly smaller than the average werewolf."

, Hayden says. "Isn't that impossible?" I groan. "Well, everyone thought the same thing until she experimented on five females aged from eighteen to twenty. Guess what, they have been successfully turned into perfects. Their wolves have come out", Hayden's voice has pure happiness. However, on the other hand, my jaw dropped to the floor after hearing the most unbelievable miracle I have ever come across. "Who's she? Well, who's that wonder?" I exclaim, truly mesmerized. "Dr. Ruth Solaris"

My muscles ached, and I wondered how difficult it might be to get Jamie to swing by and give me a hug or something so I could restore the torn muscle tissue all over my body. I was in the shower area, getting dressed, when Aurora came in. She was as fresh as a daisy since she hadn’t actually been working out any herself. There were four other girls in the room with us, all new recruits who had Transformed in the last few months, at different levels of their training. Aurora offered each of them a few words of encouragement and then dropped down next to me as I pulled my shoes on. “Well, what did you think, Cass?” she asked, a broad smile on her face.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

The only problem was that they weren’t warriors and were mostly females who had been kept for pleasure purposes until freed by Alpha Jasper. “Are they willing to fight?” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from my voice, these hybrids were weak and timid, an attribute that would not serve them well on the battlefield. “They are.” Alpha Jasper replies. “They want to do their part, but they are still afraid.” “They will get themselves killed if they don’t pull up their girl pants.” Rogue scoffs. I’m about to reply but my train of thought is derailed when I feel pressure against the front of my brain causing me to rub my temples. The pressure got heavier, and my beast woke up growling but calmed down w

But four reached us. Chaos. Close combat. They were stronger. Faster. But we were human. We could think. Could adapt. Damien used one as a shield. Torres went for pressure points. Victoria fought with brutal efficiency. I found myself facing one directly. Female. Maybe thirty. Covered in surgical scars. Whatever Marcus had done to her brain, it had left her capable of nothing but rage. She grabbed my throat. Lifted me off the ground. Strength impossible without genetic modification. Without chemical enhancement. Without Marcus's evil genius.

, I said and paused again. I was trying to study them properly and pick out anyone I do not find worthy to partake in the war, I didn't want anyone to mess things up for me. I looked all over the girls and they were good to go, they all had this fierce look on their faces and they were all ready to fight and win, but not to fight to the death. I tried to concentrate on their heartbeats, it was all stable and I was okay with my female warriors. I sighed deeply.