Transformers Rampage Beast Wars Novels & Stories

The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike. But we didn’t move. Not even a flinch. “Leave,” I growled, guttural and deep. “Not without the girl,” Gadreel spat through clenched teeth. Brammon’s patience snapped. He shifted fully into his minotaur form, hooves slamming into the ground. The earth trembled beneath us. Rhydan’s scales rippled across his skin, heat radiating off him in visible waves. “This is your last warning,” I said.

“I just want this damn war to end.” Then his body shifted. Bones cracked violently. Muscles twisted. Expanded. The sound alone was enough to make weaker warriors flinch. Beast. Ruztom stared. “Damn…” Even after all these years, watching lycans transform still felt brutal up close. Then the final signal appeared. The fortress gates opened. Every warrior shifted at once. The field exploded with beasts. Massive forms surged forward through smoke and fire. Claws tore into dirt. Fangs gleamed beneath flames.

NARRATIVE POV This massive male was giving orders. His presence was commanding and dark. Yes. He had a pulsating darkness around him, but it oddly called to her. It matched the darkness that filled her hollow soul. It coursed through her veins. His body was riddled with deep scars. He was a war beast. Beast. CC wondered if this was the Beast that the rogues were referring to. The name suited him. She couldn’t imagine this behemoth doing mundane everyday errands like running to the supermarket in a minivan after dropping off the pups at soccer. He was raw and dangerous.

Information is power, if you can get information about your opponent, that means you are halfway to defeating your opponent. The rage awakening is the state an exobeast can enter if it gets agitated and angered to a point of no return. Once this transformation happens, the exobeast will receive a special surge of adrenaline. This adrenaline would increase the exobeast strength, lethality, aggression, speed and other attributes.

The war began. They charged first, screeching, monstrous things. Not all of them were human-shaped anymore. Some had twisted into beasts. Some crawled like spiders, others flew like birds. I screamed and fire ripped from my hands. The front line met them with the same force that they gave. Swords clashed. Claws tore through flesh. The clearing erupted into chaos. Rake was a blur beside me, cutting down anything in his path. Zahra danced like a storm, blades spinning. Beck fought like a damn earthquake.

These ferocious beasts traveled fast and they arrived at Wildfox Ridge in good time. "Bastards of the alien race, show yourself and surrender! The great and victorious Tiger is here!" the tiger Beast Lord threw back its head and roared, its voice resounding through the woods. A few low-tiered fox Beast Lords were watching the entrance into the Ridge and they were about to demand answers from Jiu You and her underlings. Roar! The golden-maned lion gave a roar which turned out to be a soundwave attack with golden glittering ripples. Bang! Bang! Bang!

I spat then punched him across the chest causing him to stumble backward. The hunters quickly charged at me furiously. I folded my hands ready for them when I heard loud growls from behind. I glanced there and noticed how most of my warriors were now in their Tasmanian forms. They rushed past me, some jumping in mid-air landing on the hunters, striking without holding back. Some warriors began firing guns while some held on their swords pretty well. My focus was solely on the hunter with the daggers. His interest in Hera was what made me want him dead.

*Canaan* The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking. A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.

/ But my body kept moving forward, driven by something deeper than logic or self-preservation. The sounds reached me before I got to his door—low, struggling growls that barely sounded human. Like he was fighting something inside himself and losing badly. Wood splintered somewhere within, followed by the crash of something heavy hitting the floor. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. Whatever was happening, politeness seemed irrelevant. The sight that greeted me was the most terrifying thing I'd ever witnessed. Kael knelt in the center of the room, his body caught between human and beast in a transformation that looked excruciating. His clothes were shredded, h

' With a thought, Ray triggered the scene. One of the other superhumans screamed suddenly, activating their ability. A layer of vibrant feathers enveloped their body, flashing a kaleidoscope of colors. This person's ability was Beast Transformation—he could become a fierce bird of prey, even gain the power of flight. But against spatial compression, he didn't stand a chance. He raised his talon-like legs and kicked wildly, as if trying to shatter something, yet it was completely futile. The movement range of his legs shrank before their eyes, until they were utterly immobilized. Even raising a finger became agonizingly impossible.