Transformers Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward. Some whispered that he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle where no one dared approach him. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence alone enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid toward me, and I immediately lowered my head. “Raven, you will go as a replacement for your sister as the Beast's betrothed.” I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut. The room spun around me, my vision blurring at the edges as my father's words sank in.

Tears brimmed my eyes knowing the witch couldn’t take that away from me. Fighting the beast was a battle I wouldn't win. I'd tried too many times. But I had to try. Another howl lurched from deep within, and the beast's strides grew in width, and intensity, taking me closer and closer to Heaven. The worn-down CR-V backed down the closest dirt road this side of the bayou. Her heartbeat fluttered with nerves and irritation. She was lost. Too bad she found herself here of all places. The beast began to move forward, but I fought, finding myself in the process, while I struggled to keep on the surface.

Not only was Sparrow a tiger shifter, but the scars and markings across his entire body only heightened the visual terror of him. Smirking, Beast followed Sparrow's lead and shifted into his true beast. He knew this would be uncomfortable for many of the elite warriors. After all, the Slaughtered Lambs pack was already an anomaly. It was filled with a wide assortment of species without prejudice, and now that they were witnessing Arlo and a true Beast, it would strike fear in many of them.

"If you take another step, I cannot guarantee your safety." When they heard this, Gord and the two cyclops' eyes immediately widened. They exchanged glances while sweat started to gather on their bare heads. They did not anticipate that a human, let alone the simple commander of a little army, would be able to see through their disguise. Contrary to the Brightwing Empire, which was at peace, the Beast Empire had always been engaged in civil war. The Beast Empire had the highest quality warriors of any empire, and Gord himself was an A-rank. Additionally, he was only a deputy captain of one of the more than 500 tribes that made up the Beast Empire.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Tyler's eyes hardened. "This is bad! That's an Ancient Ram Beast, a pinnacle Fusion Stage creature. It's a vicious monster, known for its horns, which can unleash devastating lightning attacks." The soldiers immediately panicked. The beast's terrifying reputation left them stunned and fearful. As the Ancient Ram Beast charged toward them, Tyler glanced at Adrian, his face showing a trace of helplessness. "Sir Adrian is still training. We must protect him at all costs—no matter what happens, we cannot let him come to harm."

The beast was unleashed. In the dimly lit parking lot, Alex, now fully transformed, stood amidst a sea of parked cars. His massive frame was covered in thick fur, and his eyes burned with a wild intensity. His breaths were heavy, each exhale a growl. He could still hear the screams of his comrades in his head, but now they were joined by the frantic beating of his own heart. He felt the overwhelming urge to destroy, to tear apart anything in his path. Eventually, the rage began to subside. The beast, exhausted by its own fury, started to retreat. Alex’s breaths grew steadier, his vision clearer. Slowly, painfully.

Rage moved a little bit farther from Aimy, he squats and placed his hands on the ground. "Ready?." "Yeah yeah, I'm ready." Aimy said nervously. The sound of bones cracking filled the air as Aimy watched in utmost bewilderment. Rage transformed into a giant black Accorm with golden fur all over, when he looked up his eyes were gleaming purple. Aimy was shut of words. When the beast started walking towards her she stepped back as well out of fear. Instinctively the beast notice she is scared, so it halted and turned around to leave.

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.