Autobots Prowl Novels & Stories

Draco, whose attention was fixed on the Prowler, hadn't seemed to notice yet. The Erebus rounded the closest concrete pillar just as its stealth mode disengaged exposing itself to a volley of return fire. Both totally exposed, the mechs broke off the fight and retreated away from each other for a moment. Using this opportunity, Martin pressed onwards, sprinting beyond the shadow of the complex's massive concrete foundation and continuing his sprint toward me. By this point I didn't need a monitor to see the Prowler as it approached the base in which I was held. The one and a half storey mech clawed at the snow as it descended into the lower section of the plateau only a few hundred yards awa

"And you’re going to be the first to go. Imagine the headlines: 'Pack Prodigy Found in Pieces in the Rogue Sector.'" "You always were a terrible storyteller, Evan." He lunged. I wasn't a warrior, but I was fast. I dodged his first strike, the silver whistling past my ear. I reached into my pocket and threw a handful of concentrated wolfsbane powder directly into his face. Evan screamed, clutching at his eyes. I didn't wait. I tackled him, using my weight to pin his arm against the brick wall. "Where is the ledger?" I demanded. "The one Caleb Rourke was carrying?"

Immediately, the shots froze in midair and fell to the ground. In unison, Elias, Xander, and the rest of the wolves leaped, changing into their wolf forms together, and started taking down the hunters. Wolves ran into the warehouse, along with some shifters in their human forms. Still invisible, Eve and I started picking off the men in the field one at a time. I flipped one over my shoulder and took away his weapon. He held up his hands and ran toward the warehouse as if a ghost were chasing him, but Eve caught him before he got far, hitting him on the back of the head with her pipe.

They were spider-like automatons, the size of compact cars, with four razor-sharp legs and a central chassis loaded with industrial cleaning equipment—if you considered flamethrowers and circular saws to be cleaning equipment. They swarmed up the support pillars, their metal claws digging into the concrete, moving with terrifying speed toward the walkway. "Shoot the eyes!" Marcus yelled, dropping to one knee and opening fire with his heavy machine gun. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! The bullets sparked off the curved, armored carapaces of the robots. They didn't even slow down. One of the Cleaners leaped from a pillar onto the walkway, landing with a heavy metallic crash ten meters in front of them.

Those flying small bots that activate on their own have already been discovered by my scanner, connected to secure all of my movements. I air swipe a command to find where they're at. I command it to show itself. I looked behind Baby's back and I saw hundreds of them starting to illuminate. I knew at that instant that Rich was on my monitor, continuously trying to connect to me, irritating me in the process.

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

I didn't really want to talk about Jayne or David though because it was still too painful to think about the both of them - even Link ignored it if it ever came up as a topic of conversation and we had never talked about it with each other. I smiled to myself as we finally crossed the line for my territory. I knew my warriors would be here any second because they would smell Bradley and that meant they would smell a rogue but the moment they saw he was with me, they would back the hell down and they would simply escort us back to the house. And, right on cue, three wolves appeared out of the trees with their teeth bared and the sound of their growls filling the empty space around us. They ha

I was the bridge, the one who would ensure the frequency reached its target without tearing us apart first. ​The first of the Clockwork Prophets appeared at the mouth of the pass just as the moon rose. They were terrifying to behold. Massive, multi-legged walkers made of brass and iron, their chimneys belching black smoke into the pristine air. Thousands of smaller, spider-like drones scurried between the legs of the giants, their mandibles glowing with a blue, electrical fire. ​They did not send a messenger. They did not ask for surrender. They simply began to move toward us, a slow, grinding tide of metal that promised only annihilation.

“Stay low.” The men are stealthily creeping up to the building. There is pin-drop silence, and I know what Felix is looking to do - take them by the element of surprise. I get busy with placing the GPS trackers on the cars. I log into the app and slowly begin controlling the spherical BB-8 robots with the attached GPS mappers to go under the cars not belonging to us and place the trackers. The robots get in motion. I wait breathlessly and then notice that two robots cannot reach with their protruding arms to place the device under the cars.

It’s one of those moments that’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it suddenly clicks that this person is going to become irreplaceable. Mateo makes his way back to the living room with Lucas and his little brother Giano in tow. Seeing this, Rob quits trying to goad Alex into a rematch and instead yells for everyone to make their way outside for a game of soccer. The boy practically bounds out the house, most likely assuming he’ll redeem himself. He’s got a good chance – Alex might be stronger, but Rob’s long legs give him a speed advantage. Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche.