Novel & Cerita Transformers Prime Beast Hunters Optimus Prime

I said, hanging up the phone. “FUCK! We need to call in reinforcements. Call councilmen Richardo and tell him to send a doctor and his warriors to retrieve Councilmen Harris and his family. I didn’t want to do this but call in the human hunters.” I said, taking a deep breath. “Elder Chan are you sure you want to involve the Human Hunters. You know they can’t be trusted. They will only use this opportunity to kill as many shifters as they can to sell for parts.” My advisor said, looking at me questioningly. “You don’t think I know that, but I am hoping I can offer them something to ensure they won’t double cross me. We don’t know if the dark one will send warriors to ad us. We have to be prep

I howl repeatedly, and I bet even the heavens have sighed in defeat. "And don't think of doing anything stupid. By the time you pull that trigger, I will have fed this damn thing two bullets already. Let's see if your weakling whore will bear it in her conscience." The monster howls in victory. At this point, Deep has no option than to surrender. He drops his gun to the floor, and the monster discharges a triumphant loud annoying howl. "Good, boy!" He mocks, turning to me, but keeping an eye on Deep still. "Now come to me, baby!" Ho orders me in his monster-soothing tone. He has turned into a complete varmint.

He gazed up but didn't see any Blood Moon in the sky and that made him grimace in deep confusion. If tonight was the night of the Blood Moon, he would've been the first person to know and he wouldn't have brought Phoenix here. His body would have given him signs that he going to transform soon but none of that happened. So what the fuck is happening to his body? Why the heck is he transforming into a... A grunt left his lips immediately and he scurried back to the mirror. " BEAST!! " He growled angrily and in a matter of seconds, he has transformed into a huge, vicious, and terrifying beast...the one part of himself which he loathed with everything in him...

I swallowed the heavy pressure the beast pushed against my chest, and answered, “Have you shown me all of you, Little One?” Piper blinked. “There isn’t much to me, Zander.” I chuckled. “I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll go first. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She laughed, her voice echoed around us. “I don’t turn into a beast, and you’ve seen me without makeup, maybe I’ll tell you my deepest darkest secret one day.” “Deal,” I said. The beast shoved against me, pushing against my bones and frame, sending me to all fours. It only took seconds now, my body had become accustomed to the shift and welcomed it.

“C-Carson?” The bear moved in our direction, shifting effortlessly in front of me. “Tasha?,” he whispered as he stopped in front of me, staring at me in disbelief. Suddenly, he jumped back and a growl had me looking down. Osprey had shifted back into his bear and was standing in front of me with his fur raised. Falcon looked down at his leg and turned it to look at the claw marks down his leg. I quickly picked up my little cub and grunted when he struggled to get free.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

"This is convenient—I don't have to go looking around." The Celestial-realm demonic beasts were the toughest to kill, but Hendrix charged directly toward them, ignoring the others. Less than five minutes later, all the beasts were killed, including the two most powerful ones. "I expected nothing less from one of the most popular choices for champion—he's a notch more powerful than Xenon." Felix envied him. He wondered what the organ Hendrix had roasted over the fire was, because it helped Hendrix attract that horde of demonic beasts, saving his time and energy.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.