Hot Shot From Transformers Novels & Stories

Transmogrify target detected… duplicating… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, host. You can now transmogrify into a Cheetah. Transmogrify: 8 "Bouncing balls! It hurts!" Quickstep howled in its snake voice as the Cheetah did not let go of his body. He also bit his attacker but was surprised that it only further intensified the biting force of the enraged Cheetah. Quickstep realized that his venom was not venomous enough. "Bouncing balls! Help!" Quickstep said to the system.

I smiled and turned to see Alyx's Lynx standing on the far riverbank, howitzer cannon smoking. The remaining two Apollo surged forward, vents dilating like the aperture of a camera. "Move, Kitt!" I shouted. "They're about to fire again!" The high-pitched blast of a plasma launcher cut the second Apollo down as a chuckling, concussed Taewi leapt across the bridge above the emergency channel. His Veles shattered the asphalt as it landed, raining plasma on the next closest foe. "Miss me, boys?" Taewi roared. "I'm back!"

She raised her hands, and a strong, visible wave of pure golden heat energy came out of her palms. The heat was so great that the rain about her instantly boiled away to a dense, blinding cloud of steam. The heat blast impacted straight in the chest of the trackers, melting their weapons and sending their hefty bodies fifty feet across the tarmac, where they slammed into a fuel tanker with an exploding boom.

~ A surge of bright crimson energy erupted from Rey’s hand, sending a blast so destructive that the pressure alone completely shattered the numerous icicles hanging from the ceiling. The intense heat melted everything into oblivion, leaving nothing in its wake, including the camouflaged beasts. “GRUUUUAAAAAAHHH!!” The air was filled with horrified screams as the flames of the explosion burned the camouflaged beasts alive. Fortunately, their suffering didn’t last long. Within a few seconds, they were already dead. “G-Guuuu…!!” Rey already noticed the fright on the face of the BigFoot in front of him. No longer did the creature have its fierce predatory expression, or any hint of violence what

A jaw cracked beneath my palm, a stomach folded beneath my knee, a weapon clattered beneath my heel. Then the gun. Bang! Fire tore across my shoulder. Pain seared hot, sharp. I didn't falter. I lunged, twisting his arm until the gun dropped, then slammed his skull into the truck's bumper. Blood sprayed. Shadows stirred behind the truck. More men-ten, fifteen. Enchanted. Their eyes are glassy, their movements unnatural. "Shift. Now! Amber flared in my eyes, bones trembling, claws begging to burst free. Then I caught it-a camera fixed to a lamppost. If I shifted, humans would see.

“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.

Three Neural-Lances zipped through the air, their blue arcs screaming as they aimed for Kael’s nervous system. In the old world, Kael would have dodged. In this world, he simply reached out a hand. The violet shadow-armor he wore during the Tulpa manifestation didn’t just protect him; it exploded outward into a localized shield. The blue lances struck the shadow and transformed into raw data. Kael felt the energy surge into his body, filtered through the Soul-Binding, and turned into a shockwave of violet fire. He hurled the energy back. The lead Centurion was lifted off the ground, his exo-suit’s servos screeching as the violet fire melted the Neuro-Shatter circuits. The soldier didn't even

Drawing on every last ounce of his fading strength, Dante shifted his weight, sliding his hand blindly toward the discarded tactical pistol lying just inches from his boots. "Execute," Elara whispered inside the sub, slamming the Enter key. Instantly, the massive electrical transformers on the catwalk above detonated in a blinding shower of blue-white plasma and sparks. The concussive shockwave knocked Julian backward, and the biometric emitter was violently severed from its connection to the local network as the grid fried. The agonizing fire in Dante’s chest vanished with a sudden, breathless snap, replaced by a massive, life-saving rush of adrenaline.

I push her to the side and take over, while bullets shatter the side mirrors. “It’s going to be okay, just hang in there my love,” I say, slamming on the gas. I'm relieved that the road in front of us is clear, even though I don’t know where we're going. But the relief is short-lived, and my eyes widen when one of the guards jumps off the hood of their car, transforms mid-air, and lands on my windshield, shattering it on impact. I try to swerve and shake it off, but his claw digs into my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs.

If that isn't romantic, then I don't know what is. I go around the lazy river a couple times. I see Spencer running after me through the lazy river's current. He looks ridiculous with his red bathing suit shorts bobbing up and down in the water. I can't believe I used to be attracted to this orange-haired bully. His freckles are still present on his cheeks. He looks as babyfaced as he did years ago. "Looking good there, Cora. It's nice to see you actually grew a chest for once. Your chest fruit looks ripe for the picking mind if I grab some?"