Transformers Prime Beast Hunters Prime Novels & Stories

My wolf stirred violently at the realization, his restlessness returning with twice the force. I clenched my fists. “Find her, I do not care whatever it takes, make sure she is brought back here before the end of today.” I said

Could it be? The heavy oak door to the meeting hall creaked open, revealing a female of Alden's species. She is tall and much more statuesque than Lena, with horns elegantly curved. She strides purposefully into the room, with a band of weary but determined warriors behind her. In that instant, relief washed over me, a wave so powerful it could have knocked me off my feet. This must be Khimaira, I thought. Teon and Knox seemed to visibly relax, a weary smile gracing Teon's lips.

I'm surrounded by shadows, glass booths, wolves with sharp smiles and full wallets. A handler speaks, but I don’t hear the words. My heart is beating too loudly. I’m not Raven Knight anymore, I’ma product. And someone out there was deciding if I’m worth bidding on. “This one is the final bid of the night,” the announcer says smoothly, his voice carrying like smoke through the cold air. “Young, fertile, and had a medical background. She’s temporarily marked and came from a powerful Asian werewolf bloodline.” I stagger forward when someone gives me a shove. My heels catch the edge of the platform, but I manage to stay upright, though barely.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

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.

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.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."