Novel & Cerita Transformers Prime Beast Hunters Optimus Prime

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END

- Aren't you ashamed to attack a lonely girl? Now I know who owns the voice. Casius in person. The hunters turned their attention to him. The Primordial did not waste time in vain and in a matter of seconds, with sharp, confident movements, he killed several people. The smile spoke of the obvious pleasure that he gets from what is happening. The next moment, three more fell to the ground. However, none of them managed to do anything. Taking advantage of the confusion and confusion of the enemy, she turned into a she-wolf. Pieces of clothing scattered in all directions. Heck! If I stay alive, how will I stomp around the city naked?

As far as he knew, there was no way to un-do a Transformation. With a sigh, she continued. “Jamie has been working closely with a doctor in the Caribbean to create a serum that will allow Hunters to return to their former lives. While they initially hoped it might work for Guardians, too, so far, those tests have been disastrous. But the Hunter trials went very well, and it works, most of the time. I’m confident in Jamie’s ability to return me to my human form. And so, I’m meeting with him this afternoon to do so.” “That sounds very dangerous,” Aaron replied. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

Witch! "Just pull off all your clothes and hand them over to us". Lilly's mother said. I removed my clothes slowly. After staying stark naked, for what seemed so long, we heard a loud and powerful howl. It was Damian, he was obviously, the first person among us all to shift.

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.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

“Standing here naked with her peeking through her fingers like a skittish rabbit is inefficient. Let me take over while the clothes dry.” “You behave,” I warned. He laughed softly in my skull. “Scout’s honor.” I let the change come. Bone cracked and reformed with familiar violence as fur ripped outward from my skin. Horns pushed through my scalp in a jolt of pain that quickly dulled into something like relief. My vision darkened and sharpened all at once as my body reshaped into the weight and power of the beast I carried. When it was done, I stretched once before the hearth and circled into place on the rug, curling with a low, satisfied sound.

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.