Decepticon Oc Novels & Stories

"Good. You know what to do with the omega.” Deakon approaches me. His breathing is heavy and ragged through the air filter in his mask. Though they're hidden by the tinted visor, I can feel his eyes roaming my body, lingering on my bare breasts where the beast ripped my bra. His breath hitches when he sees my swollen, erect nipples. The soldier licks his lips, the disgusting sound amplified by his voice unit. "What a shame to let a piece of meat like that go to waste," he says. "If we had a little more time, I would love to play with her."

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.

Kita ko pang humabol si Gideon pero napasabunot na lang dahil naka lipad na agad kami. Sa kabilang side ay ang helicopter na nahulaan ko agad na kanya dahil sa initials na naka lagay. GXM kulay itim na may halong puti habang ang sinasakyan naman namin ngayon ay kulay gray at may initials na JKA. Si Robi ay meron din daw pero hindi ko pa nakikita kaya hindi ko alam ang itsura at kulay. Odiba? Ang mura ng best friend goals nila helicopter jusko!

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

You only get that kind of bold scary from experience. The jokes and presence of his subs do seem to have calmed Colton down considerably, and already I can sense the waves of fury ebbing out as he realizes this pack isn’t worth it. Not one of them are trying to enforce any kind of fight, and Deacon, despite his eyes faintly glowing, seems to be trying to diffuse rather than entice. They’re what I thought when I met them, Omega cowards, and it’s not even honorable enough to fight them.

Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer. "No weapons!" Torque announced. "Man versus Machine. Standard Rust Rules. Two enter, one leaves." Ren’s stomach dropped. In Aegis Online, a Demolisher Droid was a Level 15 mob. Easy for a geared player. In the real world, it was a ton of steel that could punch through concrete. "Leo!" Ren shouted, though his voice was lost in the roar of the crowd. "It has a blind spot on the dorsal sensor!" The droid’s optical sensor glowed red. It revved its drill. WHIRRRRRR.

is just an excuse to dissect the enemy's hardware. We had commandeered a massive, neon-lit chop-shop in the lower industrial wards of Neo-Tokyo. It was originally a maintenance bay for the Cyber-Ronin, lined with heavy hydraulic lifts and automated surgical-welding arms. "The metallurgy on this liquid-chrome is staggering," my father, Chen Wei, muttered, adjusting his cracked glasses. He was elbow-deep in the chassis of a deactivated Ronin, tracing a pulsing magenta power conduit. "It doesn't just absorb kinetic impact; it dynamically disperses it across the molecular structure."

creatures shattered completely. They exploded into clouds of white powder. "Resonance!" Kai realized. "He's finding their breaking point!" "Keep going, Leo!" I yelled. Leo was acting as a living tuning fork. He slammed the staff down again and again, sweating, pouring his energy into the physical vibration. Thump. Thump. CRACK. Whole rows of the enemy disintegrated under the barrage of gunfire and vibration. We pushed forward. We stepped over the drifts of white dust. "Push them back to the tree line!" Damian ordered. THE ABOMINATION We were winning. We were driving them back. And then, the trees parted. Something stepped out of the forest. It wasn't a soldier. It was a siege engine. It was

Merry carefully looked at the robot next to Nicole again and finally found that it differed from the Dodge Tomahawk she had seen. 'Nicole's robot seems to be darker under its ribs, looking like two thin black patterns, and the overall fuselage has a special texture and mysterious vibe. But the Dodge Tomahawk I remember has no such pattern on it.' Merry sneered at the thought of this. 'Nicole really put a lot of effort into faking it. If it weren't because these two crack-like patterns gave her away, I might have truly believed that this is the actual Dodge Tomahawk.'

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of