Army Guy Transformers Novels & Stories

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

A large army rallies behind him, chanting and stumping their feet on the ground wearing armour that looks like snake skin with snake helmets. “Did this tribe not evolve like the others?” Gwanhoya asks looking at the army wearing ancient uniforms. Looking at the large army in front of them, “I admire them, for their adherence and commitment to their culture!” “How admirable indeed!” Gwanhoya looks at Garamba, “Would you like to hear what they have to say or just begin wipe them out?” Garamba moves forward to the barrier, “I know what they want but it will be more fun if they tell me as if I have no idea what they are here for.”

I've come to terms with this being a dream of some sorts, so I'm just going to enjoy it. I watch as the wolves turn into humans and gasp, their all over the top gorgeous in human form too. I snicker inwardly, only my mind would I think that a wolf could become a human and be extordinarily gorgeous. I look at Braddock and demand he shift, yup I'm over confident in my new crazy state of mind. He complies and he's even more gorgeous as a wolf, he's huge, his fur is soft and midnight black, his peircing blue eyes have a gold circle around them and it's stunning. He bows his head to me so I can feel his fur, I feel a twinge of pain in my stomach, no please not yet, I don't want to leave my d

Jameson motioning her inside. Shantal walks inside to giant machines hanging on the walls and cealings. They seem to be military, though Shantal can't put her finger on who uses those. Mr. Jameson says: "This is the hanger where I store all of my war machines. They're called-" "Just call them mechs." A mysterious, gruff voice, cuts him off. He walks in to the hanger, slowly revealing a 5'10 man in some type of armor and a helmet with a blue visor on his head. "Don't need to get all technical on the poor child." He laughs with a serious tone.

Micaela Elrod Rank- lieutenant Age 26 Ace Duhamel Rank- Sergeant Age 32 Reign Silverstone Rank- lieutenant Age 32 Wyatt Harris Rank- lieutenant Age 30 Logan Grayson Rank- lieutenant Age 29 Malcom Angus Rank- Major General Age 50 PROLOGUE Micaela Elrod can is presumed to be a normal girl by anyone who sees her. She is beautiful with a figure that has men turning their heads whenever she passes. What no one knows is that she is no ordinary girl. She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy.

She’d always admired her bravery, but never more-so than that night. “I’ll give the girl that,” Jax mused, “but she’s not one of us. You are.” “Thanks,” she said with a smile. “How close are you to them, anyway?” one of the soldiers asked. “What do you mean?” Ari asked. “I mean, they’re a bit weird,” the soldier continued. “Especially that Rex fella.” Jax sucked in air. “You should have seen the way he just tore those cyborgs apart like he was tearing at a rag doll or something.”

They moved to the next across the battlefield one road at a time until they finally found another team of Alphas. This one had a fireman working at the floor. The Alphas surrounded him with guns at the ready and one extra person. Tom signaled and his men fired. The spare Alpha extended his hand and electricity shot forth. It hit the power armor, powering it up. The Alphas drew back in surprise as the power armor hummed with renewed energy. It deflected the bullets back at the Alphas. They dipped and dived away while his men shot. Tom smiled.

I did many successful missions and without me in the Transform, it was like losing wings to fly. The members aligned in front of me, struggling on my way out of the Stone. “No matter what you desire… I will give it to you. You cannot depart the premises. You’re not allowed to leave the Transform.” Archer slowly walked, approaching me. “We are born to destroy the monarch.” He raised his T-symbol on his finger, expressing the symbol of Transform. “Who here wants to be abandoned by Axe?” He shouted loudly. “No one!” They shouted back at him, showing the symbol T on their finger, raising their arms. “Axe will stay! Axe will always stay!”

It was going to hurt to transform. Beth grabbed his hand. "Come on, Trent. We have no choice." He transformed and gritted his teeth as he did it. Beth's hand never left his. They stood as a goblin landed on the roof. He must have been followed. "Don't let go." "Not a chance, Trent." The goblin squawked then let loose some more fire. Trent dragged Beth out of the way then he connected with her mind. "Think fire." He could tell that she did and he sent a stream of it at the goblin who was incinerated. That was powerful. He'd seen men die before, but there was nothing like what happened to that goblin.

I was left speechless, unsure of how to respond to their unexpected transformation into soldiers and their unwavering belief in my commitment to help them. "Your warriors are here and ready for your command, Luna," one of my most trusted generals, Andy, approached us. A genuine smile illuminated my face upon seeing him and many others from my pack. "You are all here!" I nearly cried. "Yes, we all went under Alpha Drake's service, and we chose to be soldiers, knowing it was what you would have wanted. We need to train and be ready," Andy explained, the collective determination of my pack evident in their resolute expressions.