Transformers X Human Reader Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched as if he knew exactly what was happening. Claws burst from fingertips. Eyes glowed—some gold, some blood-red. Teeth lengthened into fangs, tearing through gums. Their skin rippled, hair sprouting where there should be none. “Oh my God…” I whispered, stumbling backward. The men had turned into... Xavier’s own transformation was the worst. His bones cracked loudly, his back arching as he groaned in pleasure—or pain, I couldn’t tell. His eyes burned crimson, and when he grinned, two long fangs gleamed under the light.

He looked serious now. Why is he looking like that? "No Sophia. You are not human," He said, letting go of me. This was beginning to feel weird. "I am human Xavier. I am a human being," I repeated so he would hear me. But Xavier swayed his head at me and said, "You aren't human Sophia." "I am, " I said, stepping away from him. "You... You saw me the other night with my kind. I am a human, Xavier." "If you were human, you wouldn't have heard me when I called out to you. " He drew closer to me, almost closing the gap between us.

I took her to bed and buried myself in her until dawn. It should have cleansed me. It didn’t. No matter how many times I drove into her, no matter how she clawed at my back and begged for more, it didn’t erase the image of indigo eyes staring into the camera as if he could see me through it. Helena finally slept, satisfied…….I didn’t. —- I had tried to kill the stupid human again this week. That is the part that burns the most. I, Xander Nightfall, heir to the Nightfall pack, trained from adolescence in the art of silent death, failed.

“Someone’s coming. Someone powerful.” Footsteps echo And then, he appears. The Crimson-Eyed Man. Only this time, he’s not alone. Behind him stands Xander, But something is awry. His eyes…his eyes are red. “Xander?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer. The Crimson-Eyed Man smiles grimly. “I told you, Aria. The past always comes back And now... so does your worst pain.” Xander steps forward, his expression flat. “Xander, it’s me,” I say, heart-shattering. “Please, fight it.” He growls…and transforms into his wolf form. But his aura is off. Twisted. Controlled.

In keeping with what he previously claimed, eating human food indicates that he is also aware of Xander's identity. "Do you know who Xander is?" Before he could respond, the door to the room opens, and a shiver runs down my spine as I stare at the person, no he is not a person but a vampire. I almost choke on my question. In contrast to this young man, who is dressed like a commoner, Xander, who had these white sleeves earlier, is now clothed as a noble. I'm not getting enough information from these two creatures about things.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

"She is human!" There was some considerable distance between them and the wolves that were around the area, but he couldn’t take any chances, because he did not want any harm to happen to this nubile woman. He went to where she stood at the water bank, he looked at her, who was oblivious to all of this. He thought about the bigger picture, where she, Amelia seemed safe from the shackles of her memories of her recent past experiences with Adelard and the Dogs. There was no point reminding her of her encounter with the werewolves once more. He extended his hand and touched her folded arm. She jigged in shock. Looked at him and immediately looked back onto the river, there has to be something s

I’m surprised that an Alpha like Xander is mated to a human, being a child of the Guardians. However, once I see her in action, watch as she sets up a recreation of Hope walking around our apartment, I understand a lot more why they are mated. She may be a human, but she’s a very powerful witch. When she does the re-creation, I watch Hope walk around our apartment, packing her things. Nothing stands out until she stops to write my note. I watch her swipe tears from her eyes. My own heart aches for my mate. I should be with her.

He wore a simple cotton tunic, his dark hair sleep-mussed, but his golden eyes were alert, clear, and completely focused on her. He looked down at the pages scattered across the mahogany desk. He read the wet ink silently, his large hand coming to rest on her shoulder. His thumb brushed the side of her neck, tracing a steady, anchoring rhythm over her mating mark. You are giving her the map we never had, Xander said softly. His deep voice was thick with sleep and a profound, overwhelming emotion. Aria leaned her head back against his chest, sighing into the quiet room. I am giving her the truth. She needs to know that we were just people, Xander. Flawed, terrified people who simply decided t

He said, to which I rolled my eyes. I hissed as I leaned away from him and snorted. “I really thought you had something to say!” “And what makes you think that I do not?” He snapped back, his eyes serious. If I wasn’t planning to believe him earlier, then the look on his face was all the convincing I needed. I rushed out; “What do you mean?” “What I mean is that Xavier has a twin brother, Xander, who is like the prodigal son of the family. The only difference between him and the real prodigal son is that he never returned home and he is a well known brute who hates humans and vampires alike.”