Crosshairs Transformers 4 Novelas e Histórias

she replied, running her fingers through his hair. Nathan leaned in and kissed her passionately. Joyce could feel her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. Joyce's towel slipped off as Nathan's hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. Her eyes rolled towards her big window and saw a human figure watching them, or so she thought. Her eyes snapped open in shock. "Nathan, someone's watching us!" she exclaimed, pushing him away and reaching for her nearby towel to cover herself.

All four of us spun ata the same time. Three shapes emerged from the tree line. Twisted half-formed creatures with elongated limbs and hollow glowing eyes, their jaws splitting too wide as they smiled with rows of needle teeth. Herald guardians. Waiting in ambush. Jaxon’s grin came instantly. Feral. Finally genuine. “Well.” he said, drawing both blades. “Now it feels like home.” The first creature lunged. And the clearing exploded into violence.

It was a personal vendetta. With a final, precise movement, he disabled the last puppet and stormed towards the pulsating energy node. His Fangs cleared a path, their faces a mixture of awe and grim determination. They had just witnessed their Alpha fight with a level of restraint and precision that was more terrifying than any display of brute force. Jack didn’t bother with the delicate charges. He ripped a panel off the main transformer, ignoring the shower of sparks. He found the central conduit, a cable as thick as his arm, and with a raw, guttural roar, he tore it from its housing.

The first hunter appeared at the chamber entrance—black tactical gear, silver-lined visor, a crossbow that hummed with electromagnetic energy. Maya felt the wrongness of the weapon like acid on her skin, but instead of recoiling, she found herself calculating angles and vulnerabilities with a predator's instinct. "Seven dragons," the hunter announced into his comm unit, his voice mechanically distorted. "Confirmed light dragon manifestation. Requesting immediate backup." "Too late for that," Maya said softly, and let her human form finally dissolve completely.

Another Horax spotted it and screamed a war cry before blasting it with all he had. One by one, the arcs were revealed—four total, forming a cross in the sky. They shimmered like bleeding stars. Each one became a beacon. “Don’t stop!” I ordered, magic whipping around me like a cyclone. Every Horax in the air focused on one of the arcs. Magic poured from our hands like rivers of light—burning, relentless, divine in its fury. Minutes passed. Then the sky screamed. A single crack raced between the arcs, and then—

I didn't hesitate. Grabbed the fallen Purifier's crossbow. Sprinted through the shattered window. Hit the ground at a dead run. "The suppressor's range, thirty meters," Azrael had said. I counted steps, stride after stride down the hillside, at forty meters the void inside me cracked. At fifty it shattered. Power flooded back. Both bloodlines roaring to life like engines that had been idle, were furious about it. Silver and red surged through me. I shifted mid-sprint, the dual transformation tearing through my body with an intensity that bordered on violence.

Two of the four wolves Xander had positioned at the corvette's tread went down screaming, their hands clawing uselessly at ground that suddenly felt very far away. Xander stayed on his feet, barely, his own frequency straining against the field and losing ground by the second. Across the open plain, Henderson's heavy armored tracks began accelerating directly toward the paralyzed line.

“Keep her alive. Whatever happens to me, whatever you see, don’t let her fucking DIE.” “Knox—” I’m not listening anymore. Harrison sees me stand. Sees my eyes blazing gold, sees the shift starting to ripple under my skin like something trying to claw its way out. And the bastard smiles. Actually fucking SMILES. Then he raises his hand, fingers poised, and signals his archers. They loose their arrows. I shift. The transformation rips through me faster than it ever has, violent and brutal, bones shattering and reforming before I’ve finished taking my first step.

He's growing, his muscles bulging, his face lengthening into a more wolf-like features even as it's still caught between forms. "The beast comes to save his mate," they tease, raising a crossbow I hadn't seen. The bolt it's armed with gleams with the same silver flame as their knives. "How touching." The crossbow is aimed directly at my heart, the silver bolt burning like a fallen star. But Shadow doesn't hesitate. Even in the middle of the pain of the transformation, even while his bones snap and reform with sounds that sicken me, he throws himself between me and the weapon.