Transformers Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

gained the ability to speak. I didn't take it to heart. The reason they couldn't transform or speak was simply insufficient power. As long as they had enough energy and training, transformation wouldn't be difficult. During this time, I took them hunting and taught them techniques. They became much stronger than before. Beastmen who could survive with defective bodies were hardly ordinary creatures. True to form, what they lacked in one area, they made up for in another. Although Soren couldn't see from one eye, he had exceptionally keen hearing. And although Adrian temporarily couldn't fly, he had incredibly sharp claws.

The burning sensation was everywhere – and he didn’t even know how he could be able to stop it – he wanted to stop it. Denver groaned in so much pain – as his skin was like tearing apart. And so were his bones snapping from one after the other – as if they wanted to be broken apart. And for that one last loud growl that resonated around them – Denver could still hear the panic in his cousin’s voice. “F*ck it!” Those were Levi’s last words before everything went black. *** POV: King Levi Storm He stared at Denver as he turned into his inner beast. It took him a painful hour to transform – which was not the usual shifting time. He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as

My eyes grew teary, I blinked several times and turned to look back at my boss. "We broke the treaty because the humans couldn't keep their greed to their own realm. Their leader made the first move, he had Ayrin Moore turned into a hybrid and then she ravaged the citizens of Etherea. Daniel Spencer of Midnight Howl pack can attest to that, we need not listen to those humans any longer. Leonard Marsden was the one who broke the treaty." Winterlash argued, Raphael sighed and ran a hand through his tawny hair.

Japhtar shrieked from the rear lines, and I caught the look of fear on Nola’s face as the monster gripped her by the meat of her arms, dragging her to the guards standing around him before he started to transform too. I roared again, charging toward him as the bubble and snap of balls of muscle popped out from his back and chest, the ugly veins throbbing against his singed fur until he was bigger than me. A mammoth of strength and wickedness that opened the bullet of his large jaws to bellow waves of rage toward me as I sprinted to meet him, slapping his disciples out of the way like they were all but flies in my salad.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

It crackled like a storm, sending a violent shudder through my bones. And then I saw it. From deeper of the forest, a monstrous beast emerged. It was huge, its body covered in midnight-black fur. Its yellow eyes glowed like molten fire, sharp fangs bared in a terrifying snarl. The sheer power radiating from it was suffocating. The wolf in front of me whimpered, shrinking back. And then, before I could even process what was happening, the beast shifted. The transformation was brutal. Bones cracked, fur melted away, and in a mere blink of an eye, the monstrous form was gone—replaced by Alpha Cade.

With James’ help, the beast sorted out friend from foe and charged into the heart of the battle. The beast grabbed and twisted a starter werewolf’s neck, killing him before he could even cry out. The thrill of the kill flooded the beast, and he roared in satisfaction as he moved on to his next victim. While the others attempted to open the locked doors of the building, the beast was content to tearing apart any of Xavier’s men that dared to show their faces around them.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***