Transformers Rampage Beast Wars 소설 & 이야기

/ 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.

You’re learning what you’re capable of. “Get out of my head!” I snarled, struggling as the restraints tightened. The shadow wolves advanced, circling, feeding on the spill of power leaking from me. My wolf fought, teeth bared, but the chains burned hotter the more I resisted. Then— A roar split the air. Ares hit the street like a falling god, Crimson Fang power detonating outward in a shockwave that shredded two shadow wolves instantly. His eyes were blazing molten gold, fury incarnate.

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

I feel like I should look away but I can't bring myself to do it, watching them like this is mesmerizing. There's light all around them and it's the kind rfsr makes you believe in things like hope and purity. If l ever had doubts about them being angels, there are long gone because I completely believe now. Moments later I watch as they return to being their normal selves, well the Rosemont kind of normal. "Did it work?" Amazingly I feel better, the wings of course are still there but there aren't as irritatingly painful as before. "It worked. Thank the Lord!" Cassandra reads my mind before throwing herself onto me. I sigh, not because I'm in pain but because of her weight on top of me. I al

Say that to the wolves who lived in them," I said. Behind him, the Ashmoor soldiers who had stopped to watch the Rogue King and Zayden were re-engaging. The brief pause ended as commanders pushed their wolves back into the fight. The eastern road noise surging back up. Darius drove into the Ashmoor center from the left with six Obsidian wolves and the line buckled. An Ashmoor soldier broke from the reforming line and drove directly at me. The wolf forms hitting the road and accelerating with the low flat speed. The Mark exploded white. The shifted wolf hit the light and went sideways like something physical had struck it.

A deep rumble emanated from my wolf, as a new energy permeated the air. “Magic.” I said, my teeth on edge and Duke growled beside me. Ramona has more tricks than I'd thought underneath her sleeve. Or at least I thought that was the case until a wolf-like creature jumped on the car. My driver jerked, the car spiraling left, then right as he fought to control it. I held on to my seat and kept my eyes trained on the beast that raged on my bonnet. “What the hell is that thing?” Duke asked, his confusion apparent and I silently wondered the same thing.

He gestures to the four werewolves surrounding him, "Yi is a Stealth talent, which means he can become completely invisible when he finally develops his skill. Jake is a Sabertooth talent, which means he has long retractable claws that look a bit like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger. Xavier is an Earthquake Punch Talent, which pretty much explains itself, and Wes is a Charm Talent. He can charm his opponent in seconds and almost hypnotize them into doing his will. And I... I'm a Beast Talent. " "What is it?" I ask, staring at Ray's nearly perfect face, stained with a darkness I can't quite explain. He is a mirror image of Xavier, but yet they are so different. How can this be? "When I tra

One ferocious beast after another, corrupted by deathly aura, charged out of the dense forest: Giant-teeth Tigers several meters long with bared fangs; Black-scale Pythons clad in scales, spewing poisonous mists; Ferocious Eagles whose wings blotted out the sky and claws tore through metal and stone; and Bone Dragons coiled atop mountain peaks, their entire bodies formed from condensed bones. These beasts had long lost their sanity, leaving only their most primal killing instincts. Each possessed combat power close to the Heaven Spirit Phase, charging in packs without fear of death. Mystic Vale still did not move. The three brand-new Zombie Puppets simultaneously stepped forward, their black

"The girl is corrupted data. She is no longer fit for the Breeding Program. And the Donor... kill him. We don't need a Beast that thinks it's a man." --- ### The Rejection The soldiers stepped forward. But they didn't raise rifles. I watched in silent, paralyzed horror as their bodies began to buckle and snap. It was the sound of dry wood breaking. Their spines elongated, their clothes tearing as thick, coarse fur erupted from their pores. These weren't the "Enforcers" of the digital world. These were the **War-Hounds** of the real 2026. They were wolves the size of small cars, their breath hot and smelling of raw copper.