Crosshairs Transformers: Age Of Extinction Novels & Stories

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.

Will eventually gives in after staring for too many seconds into the honey-colored eyes of the disguised criminal. - OK. I will trust you. Don't leave me like a clown. He points his finger at her, who nods in response. Then she sits back and closes her eyes. - Not even with a transvestite. She ends up laughing as she approaches. Minutes later she covers up the dark circles under his eyes and ends the production on her target/chief. - There. You look like a different man. She assures him, pointing to the mirror. The soft make-up was imperceptible.

"Indeed. I would have agreed with you if only you served your purpose rather than joining them. You didn't witness the shape of your father as in when I found him six years ago. Barely alive and burnt beyond recognition because of what he loved the most. You were supposed to avenge him. Avenge my best friend that was taken from me! You even killed the four wolves I sent to capture you when your transformation first came to our knowledge." "So you sent those four. Well, didn't seem like a nice capturing attempt to be. They wanted to kill me." Vigorously shaking his head, "I have nothing to say to you. Rather, I'll get rid of all abominations in the form of Landon and his kind. If you too can'

The figure had simply vanished, its physical body turning into a cloud of thick, cold smoke that reformatted itself ten feet away on top of a rusted electrical transformer box. Silas and Marcus took positions behind the mouth of the alley, their weapons opening fire in a tight, synchronized defensive pattern. Silas’s heavy caliber sniper rifle barked with a deafening, flat report that echoed through the narrow lane like a gunshot in a closed room. The silver-tipped rounds struck the shadow on the transformer box directly in the center of its indigo mask, but the bullet didn't draw blood. It passed through the black mist like it was nothing more than chimney smoke, striking the metal box behi

I said, my voice cold and absolute. I didn't just press a button. I interfaced. I plunged my "Obsidian-Violet" hands into the open circuitry of the console, letting the "Extinction" energy we had stolen from the trench flow into the ship’s primary capacitors. The Vane-Absolute groaned, its structural integrity screaming as we pushed the "Planet-Cracker" cannons to 400 percent capacity. The air on the bridge became ozone-thick, smelling of burnt lightning and the end of the world.

Being a common no-fur was a horrifying thought. "Tell me, why did your Jinx throw you into my portal? You must know I had no intention of harming either of you." "I came through the portal because I was trying to keep Doll and Spitfire from disappearing. Jinx had nothing to do with it." Lexi made a face that was too strange to get a read on as he said, "Oh no, what will it be this time?" He began to shiver and his long ears disappeared, replaced by a tom's ears. Hare became tom right in front of Agent's eyes. The former Demon couldn't know it but he was displaying an auric power of transformation Agent would die for. Or more likely kill for.

This made Lucas disappointed as the thought of him feasting on tiger meat disappeared the moment the tiger was robotic. "Any one of you, finish it off," said Lucas while puckering his lips. Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne began to discuss amongst themselves. In the end, it was Biggy who stood up and finished it off. After all, he was the leader of the Apocalyptic Legion. It was as though the sky was splitting and the earth was quaking when Biggy launched his attack. With Biggy’s Earth-Shattering Fist landing on the 10 meter-long robotic tiger's head, the latter fell to the ground immediately. This was because the robotic tiger was only a Rank 4 being.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The weapons the ancient world would not be the massive armored steel shell of the cyborgs fast enough penetrate. The iris of his eyes shone in a toxic, burning green. The Black claws broke out of his fingertips. The Beast and the Commander finally merged into a single, unstoppable Killing machine. With an ear-powdering boar, Kael came out and jumped directly into the deadly crossfire of the machines.

00ms] Xander stepped into the center of the projection, his presence causing the holographic lines to ripple and bow toward him. As the Living Core, he was the anchor of our world, but even he looked grim. The silver runes on his arms were pulsing with a violent, staccato rhythm—the sound of the Earth itself bracing for impact.