Transformers Wattpad Novels & Stories

She had thought that he was going to tell her his real identity, but he didn't. “I'm Alice,” Alice introduced herself. “Why are you home so soon?” Bartram asked. Luna shrugged before walking over to Ashford and sitting on the chair next to him. Alice followed suit and sat next to Luna. “We ditched school,” Luna replied. “I found a hybrid, but the craziest fact is that she transforms when she is hit by water.” Ashford raised a brow. “How can she live if she transforms like that? I know why you are here; you want my help with it, right?”

How could she not have her powers? "Matthew strips everyone of their powers as soon as they get to that world. Mommy doesn't have her powers and daddy can't shift into a wolf." Wyatt says, while he was still playing with his toys. Like it didn't really mean anything to him. And it probably didn't. He probably didn't even understand what he was saying. But he was telling us everything that we needed to know. We all looked at each other in shock and had no idea what the hell we were going to do. How was Taylor going to get her powers back?

Maxwell Transforming into my beast form, my paws pounded against the earth, each step echoing with urgency. The ground trembled beneath me as I surged forward, my senses heightened and my instincts razor-sharp. My warriors, catching sight of my transformation, immediately understood the gravity of the situation. They knew that only something of immense importance could drive me to shift so abruptly. Without hesitation, they followed suit, their own forms morphing into powerful beasts as they fell in line behind me. Together, we moved as one, a force of nature racing against time.

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

The guards move to intervene, but Warren and Zane are suddenly free— the guards holding them distracted by my impossible transformation. “Don't touch her!” Zane shifts as well, placing himself between me and the advancing guards. Warren joins him, both brothers forming a protective barrier while I fight their father. Alpha Rowan is stronger. More skilled. But I'm desperate and newly transformed. And somehow, impossibly, I'm holding my own. My claws rake across his side. He yelps, blood staining his fur. The sight of it sends satisfaction through me. Good. Let him bleed. Let him hurt.

They were proud of their children, and they knew that they had played a crucial role in saving humanity. Ada, the AI that had helped Maya and Ethan defeat Erebus, continued to work with them, providing guidance and support as they rebuilt the world. She had become a valuable ally, and her digital presence was a reminder of the power of technology to both harm and help. As the world looked to the future, Maya and Ethan knew that they would always stand together, united in their determination to build a better world. They had saved humanity, and they would continue to work towards a brighter future.

Around his talons dirt swirls around on the ground as a small crater forms. I land just as his form starts to shrink into the man that I love instead of the beast. My transformation takes longer than his. As soon as I am myself again though I am running. I don’t stop running until I am smashing into his chest and I feel his arms wrap around me. Tears rush out of my eyes as I feel his body heat against me. it just feels so good to be in his arms.

She falls to the floor at my feet and begins to whimper as if I hurt her, but I didn’t even touch her. Crouching down, I pet Crimson on the head. “What’s wrong, girl?” I ask as she nuzzles my hand. “Can you transform back to Wren?” Crimson shakes her head no. “Is it because you don’t know how?” Her head shakes yes. “Okay, I’ll help you. Wren, if you can hear me, all you have to do is picture your human form. Your body will do the rest.” I inform her. Within a few minutes, I watch Crimson transform back into a naked Wren, who is in tears. I Pull her to me, wondering what the fuck caused her to react like this. “Tell me it’s not true.” Wren attempts to demand as she tries to push away from me.

Tara asks, genuine concern behind her words. I don’t want to hear anymore, but not knowing will only make whatever I imagine after worse than it probably actually is. “Fine.” She hesitates, but continues when I shoot her an icy glare. “After the whipping, he transforms and the two of you…mate.” “While he’s a werewolf?” Maybe I’ve been around humans too long, but that sounds so disgusting to me. Plus, everyone else in there is doing it, too? “Do the acolytes like, watch or something? This is so gross!”

draining his energy, turning his immortal fire into raw wattage. The power output was being calculated on a screen above me in real-time, the math of his suffering displayed in cold, green symbols: $$\Phi_{Source} = \oint \frac{\Psi_{King}}{\Delta_{Grief}} \cdot \sqrt{\text{Interface}_{Elara}}$$ The more I suffered, the more energy they could pull from him. I was the "Transformer," the one who converted his shadow into their light. "Elara? Can you hear me?"