Battle Blades Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

The Promethean blader used the plasma blade gauntlets striking the other Demon several times before smacking the monster’s head off. The Blader followed up with a flurry of punches with a powerful uppercut knocking the demon into the air before he delivered a powerful downward swing slicing it in half. Marky moved in after Rex and Genji cleared the way as he shot several soldiers in the head killing them instantly. One of the possessed jumped out of nowhere trying to impale Marky he dodged to his left pulled out his laser pistol shooting the soldier 2 in the body and 1 to the head before he used his cloaking field to reposition himself.

Sethlzaar made it to his destination, his only obstacles being wandering attacks and a few annoying corpses that stumbled onto his way. The sight he beheld almost consumed his attention. If he were not in the midst of blood and death, he would’ve lost all of his focus to the fight ensuing before him. Reverend Bratvi fought alongside two other Most Reverends and the High blade, holding off a one armed man who fought them off with a sword. There was no debating the man’s identity. The way the High blade and the Reverends moved almost had Sethlzaar convinced they’d been fighting as a team for years. Each time one man attacked another was there to defend, switching positions as was necessary and

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!” Thorne snarled glee-battle manic, plate-mail claws extending scythe-curved: “Bleed? We join the slaughter—prove border fang-worth!” His loyal betas surged howling, fangs ripping abomination-throats gore-fountain, one gurgling: “For Thorne—tear void-guts!”

With a brutal, sweeping arc, Leo drove the vibrating machete through the gap in the Praetorian’s armor at the waist, severing its hydraulic spine. The second Praetorian retaliated, swinging the plasma halberd in a deadly horizontal arc. Leo raised his left arm. The superheated plasma blade bit deep into the matte-black plating of the Juggernaut armor, searing the metal and triggering a cascade of warning alarms in Leo's HUD. The heat transferred through the padding, burning the flesh of his already injured hand. Leo grunted in pain but didn't back down. He grabbed the shaft of the halberd with his right hand, locking the weapon in place, and drove his armored forehead directly into the Praet

TO ACCESS THE SOVEREIGN'S REBELLION, PLEASE COMPLETE THE TRANSACTION. Lyra’s blade shattered against the barrier. And from the "User Profile" Eye, a hand made of solid, glowing "Premium Gold" began to reach for Kaelen.

Ambrose POV I’m watching the latest feeds in the studio's master control room. The feed is live and will be edited. I’m watching the nauseating conversation with Jemisha when a crack could be heard on the video. The cameraman cut to the stairs, and Neriah’s father came out of his office with his face looking like it was about to burst into flames. Then I see my queen. I growled immediately upon seeing her swollen face. There is blood on the side of her face. She is publicly stripping down her entire family. She is tearing off all three masks in front of the cameras. She looks fierce and unafraid as she does it.

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.