Arcee X Megatron Novels & Stories

Chapter 10 Cayden POV I hang up the phone with the local police chief and lean back in my chair as I rub my hands over my face. Vampires? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the times for my parents to be off, enjoying their retirement travelling. If they had been home, they surely would have been part of the conversation with Scarlett’s parents earlier today and they’d be taking part in the session with Leader Bruno later this morning. They’re of the same generation and my dad was Alpha Zeb’s Beta, which means they were also a part of it the last time werewolves had to do battle against those bloodsuckers. No one has seen or heard from one of those things in years. We honestly thought that i

I warn back. “Only one allowed to kill me is you, Ma Reine,” he coos as Ace winks. Ace and Zara quickly nuzzle each other, the electricity from the contact giving us a boost of adrenaline. Ace then jumps into the fight with everyone else; it really is a warzone out here. “You have to admit, he can be very charming when he wants to be,” says Zara. “Fight now, compliment animai later.” We make our way over to Mykel as he pushes off the tree he’s leaning on and makes his way over to us exuding arrogance from every pore in his body.

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

"It's time to run some new simulations. System! Full conversion!" "Acknowledge, First Weaver," the Ark's AI chimed eagerly. "Unlocking the 'Ascension Protocol'. Establishing connection to the 300 Star-Forged Units." Scarlett stepped onto the central audience balcony, looking down into the massive Hangar Bay 4. Below her, the three hundred Lycan warriors stood in perfectly disciplined ranks. They had already felt the change. Their mecha-armor wasn't just humming; it was fusing with their biological flesh, the seams disappearing as Scarlett’s Origin Code actively rewrote their limitations.

Thora told her with a look of loathing. “ A shame, truly,” Aralu said, her words drenched in sarcasm. She looked past Arai and locked eyes with Acacius. “ And what say you, handsome lad? Are you willing to fight alongside a member of a royal Ishtar house?” Acacius looked at the giant centipede and slowly nodded, activating his Ryuijin. “ You two can fight as a team. I’ll fight with Thora,” Arai said, activating her Tribal Trait. Thora grumbled as her Kumoijin replaced her normal eyes. Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked.

As the other two teams had done the same, it was soon just me and Ace on the shore. “You sure you’re good being stuck with an omega?” I grumbled. “You’d be nothing but a deadweight to them,” he shot back, a glint of challenge in his eyes. “I’d rather carry a useless bug than my teammates, that’s reliable.” “Bet you're bummed that your minion Maddison isn't here instead,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “And if I am? Unfortunately, she’s with Chipmunk and Taerek. I guess I’ll have to settle with you for now,” he continued before walking off. “Hurry up.”

Kirou had just managed to return to his feet from that roll when he had to backflip to avoid the carapace shield minotaur from stomping on his lowered figure. It was only after doing so for a few times that he finally managed to stabilize himself, long enough to look at the stats of the creature trying to beat him to death. Monster: Carapace Armored Shield Minotaur (Mutant) Level: 15 HP: 80,000/80,000

Grayson says, his upper lip curling in disdain. “It certainly is a possibility. The council is reviewing all facets and we have dispatched the TRACERS to find Alec.” The Tactical Response And Code Enforcement Rangers Squad, or the TRACERS are an elite group of highly skilled warriors that are on reserve for extreme occasions. They are employed by the Great Council and reside in Green Hill, when they aren’t on special missions they are rotated through normal patrol for the Green Hill pack.

“What happened to Xavier, man? He’s just become so cool lately! He beat up those sh*theads and then conquered our hot lecturer’s heart…Oh, supreme leader, teach us thy ways!” The louder the furor got, the harder Cher blushed. Before she could say anything to stop them, though, Megara Galloway—the other half of the campus’ twin primadonnas—arrived.

Maeve barked. Maeve vaulted off the platform, her fully restored shifter speed making her move like a blur across the arena floor. She intercepted Morrigan at the exit doors, sweeping her legs out from under her and pinning her stepmother face-down onto the concrete floor, snapping a pair of heavy suppression cuffs over her wrists. "That's for my knee," Maeve growled, yanking Morrigan to her feet. In the center of the arena, Archon Malakor scrambled to disengage from his heavy, unpowered exoskeletal suit. The suit's heavy chest plates hissed and unlatched, spilling the gaunt, trembling old man onto the hard stone floor.