Hot Shot From Transformers Novels & Stories

The large screen had been displaying a report that the earth was under an alien attack and— The screen splintered and cracked sharply. Hermes was stuck in the middle of it. Elektris shot into the air with such force that the ground beneath her tore apart from the upthrust. Hermes gasped slightly, quickly wriggling his way out, barely escaping just as Elektris crashed through the building, destroying the entire jumbo tron.

At least this one…will feel like a real fight. I slipped my knotted strands behind my shoulders and slowly, I lowered myself, sinking my claws into the ground. A hot, burning sensation ran over my body, my teeth sharpening and my hair lengthening over my skin. My fingers were the first to thicken then crack, but it was then, in the midst of my transformation, that a loud blast suddenly drifted through the air. A gun?!

One heavy steel arm sheared free from its overhead mount, crashing into the concrete walkway just inches behind Leo, sending a jagged cloud of composite shrapnel tearing through the dark air. ​Julian fired two rounds into the control box of a secondary assembly track ahead, shattering the main transformer and cutting the power to a row of spinning welding drones before they could block their path. The heat inside the manufacturing bay was rising rapidly, the air thick with the suffocating scent of burning rubber, vaporized copper, and scorched lithium batteries.

My hip hit the edge of the transformer casing hard. The pipe missed Julian's head by inches. It hit the wall behind him with a loud clang. Sparks flew into the corners. The pipe rolled across the floor. He didn't even flinch. He simply moved to the left. His eyes watched me with focus. "You are too slow now, Captain," he said. *** He pulled the trigger before I could get my balance on the floor. The metal prongs of the stun gun shot out, hitting my shirt right over my left shoulder. A huge jolt of electricity went through my skin, locking up the muscles in my back into a spasm.

I yell at him, trying to ignore the feeling I get when he talked about my mates dead. He nods, “Maybe, but I wanted you, and since that can’t happen, I’ll settle for this.” He tells me, and I shake my head. Gunner’s powers are nearly melting me, and I throw a shield around Issac and Jordan just in time for Gunner to blow. Fire flies from his body at a speed I couldn’t even expect. My body goes flying through the air and my head slams against the wall.

Nathan asked. A single shot flew toward the car's windshield and bounced off. Elena, tightly embraced by Jack, managed to peek out. Her eyes widened. "The bullet can't penetrate the car's glass," she screamed. "The car is bulletproof and bombproof. Stay calm," Jack said calmly. Immediately after saying that, the five men showered the car with bullets. One of them aimed his pistol downward. "Nathan, shoot the man who's about to shoot the car's tire," Jack ordered.

The bikers mirrored their speed, standing on their machines, weapons raised, and fired in unison. "They’re shooting at us!" Fred yelled, the sharp crack of bullets ricocheting off metal filling the air. "At my command." Naomi’s voice cut through the chaos, her gaze icy and lethal. Without hesitation, Fred triggered the turret mounted atop the vehicle. Tamara’s fingers snapped over her gun’s mechanism, cocking it with a sharp, echoing click that sliced cleanly through the roar of engines and gunfire. "There is a truck ahead..." Zeph’s voice trembled slightly with tension.

A shockwave of pure, dark energy exploded outward from his body, catching Gunner mid-strike and hurling him across the cage like a ragdoll. Gunner crashed into the silver-lined bars with a deafening clang, the impact shaking the entire arena. The crowd screamed as they watched Leonidas rise to his feet. But it wasn't the same Leonidas they had seen fighting moments ago. His muscles convulsed and expanded. A guttural roar tore from his throat, sending chills down everyone's spine. His body grew slightly. And then came the spikes. They erupted from his spine first—jagged, bone-white protrusions that tore through his flesh and fur in a line down his back.

My skin felt cold, translucent, and wrong. "Contact!" Barzil warned. He watched the rear monitors, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped. "We have pursuit!" A swarm of dots detached from the city’s underside. Aerial Hunter-Killers. They were sleek, faceless machines. Their servos whirred—a high-pitched mechanical whine as they lined up their trajectory. A bolt of green energy scorched the hull. The sound was a high-pitched, electronic whistle that ended in a blunt impact against the engine intake. The shuttle bucked, throwing me against the straps.