Hot Shot From Transformers Novels & Stories

I love you! I spot the shooter behind six different SUVs. "Okay, guys. There's six of them. And only three of us. Reaper, you can teleport. Well, you can in your human form. Can you teleport in your hellhound form?" Reaper, nods his head.

Glancing through my reveiw mirror I see it's Micah. Once the tail of my car slams into the tree, Ajay's already unconscious. Micah rushes over, saying, "Guess what? My transformation is complete. Say we test our strengths?" I glance up, and the moon is bright and full. Instantly, Micah starts morphing. Hearing a click, I turn, and Mitchell has a gun with a silencer and beam pointed at my head. I slowly lift my hands and plead, "Mitchell, it's not me. It's Micah."

As he focused his thoughts, the motionless projectiles suddenly reversed direction and went back the way they came! The speed was even faster than before, reaching a whole new level. Whoosh! Bullets turned into streaks and hit their original owners. Suddenly, bursts of blood erupted as the mercenaries fell one after another into pools of blood. Tomas was utterly shocked! Woody, despite coming from a rural area, was surprisingly strong and formidable. In a panic, Tomas shouted into the communicator, "Sniper, take him out for me!"

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

The leader of the team screamed his lungs out while Liam groaned and then smiled as the bullets rushed towards him like electricity while some seemed to penetrate through his body Liam frowned as long Claws crept out of his finger, his teeths tightened as they took a fast transformation into fangs while loud piercing screams of Red Mantis gunmens filled the air as Liam dashed towards them with the speed of light. . . . Meanwhile, there at the 4th floor of the AH, slight Sparks showed up in the air while radiating a slight energy as a round blue portal Suddenly opened up and covered the entire space.

Their baby cried loudly, piercing the night. "AMBULANCE! QUICK! QUICK!" Edgar shouted to his team, his voice nearly desperate. And then, to the shooter: “And you! I fire you! Meet me at the base camp after you return!” Edgar’s voice trembled, full of burning anger. How could an amateur shooter infiltrate his security detail? With his remaining strength, Jonathan raised his trembling hand, touching Harley’s tear-streaked cheek. Their eyes met — full of pain, regret, and unspoken love.

What was there to fear? Sure enough, since the guy couldn't open his mouth, he gave up trying and just locked his eyes on Ray. Kill this man, and whatever ability he had would disappear anyway. He bent his knees slightly and lunged at Ray. He was fast. He wasn't a physical-type, but a beast-transformation type like Shannon. Mid-charge, he started transforming—both arms turning into giant pincers that snapped toward Ray's waist. Ray smiled faintly. "Change back."

"The Tenth Life... it’s tired of hiding. It wants to be shared." ​"Do it," I said, my voice vibrating with a power I didn't recognize. ​I reached behind my back, locking my fingers with his. ​BOOM. ​The "Forbidden Touch" didn't just spark—it detonated. ​A dome of violet and silver energy blasted outward in a perfect, lethal circle. Shipping crates made of reinforced steel turned to splinters in a heartbeat. The soldiers didn't even have time to scream. One moment they were pulling triggers; the next, they were nothing but fine white ash dancing in the draft.

The criminals and the murderers. “You go and tell the assistant bots to cover the city. Let Asphalt and Code Nine be with you, too. And I’ll be going to the headquarters to operate the transformers.” Transformers? But those are… “What about me?” Xiao asked instantly, as she stood up from bed, “Will I just hide and stay here?” “Yes, as you have to.” “There’s no way.” “I won’t let you sleep for a month, thinking whether you’re still alive or not. There’s no way, yes, that I would want myself to suffer with that again. I don’t want that, Xiao.”

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.