Laserbeak Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

There are a lot of hunters waiting to hunt him, it would also harm your life, so keep him and yourself safe. [Ok grandpa] Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. (you don't have to worry about keeping my identity safe, I can alter my appearance to a certain level. Open up the beast, stat to check my stats. The system told me to remind you about this.) I shouted immediately. (Open beast stats!) _________________________________________ Beast stats (1) Name: Oreo Species: Black sabre-toothed tiger Tier: Beta (2) level: 30

I didn’t even glance at the tables. Liam was already waiting by the bar, nursing a glass of something amber. He straightened when he saw me, tossing a nod toward the back hallway. “It's about to start, Alpha.” I followed him past the velvet rope and through a door guarded by a man whose eyes told me he wasn’t human, and that he didn’t need to be to break someone in half. No one stopped us. No one even spoke. Down the corridor, the lights dimmed. The music has faded. What looked like a service elevator opened with a soft chime. Once inside, Liam pressed a small brass key into a hidden panel behind the floor buttons. The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground.

My bones restructuring beneath skin, the familiar crack and pull of the transformation,my muscle expanding beyond its human dimensions, the world sharpening to its wolf-level clarity as four hundred pounds of grey and black wolf landed where the man had been standing. I lowered my head and looked at the yellow eyes in the gap. After my transformation was complete,I heard a sound in the tunnel beyond them,far below to calculate the distance accurately. It was a sound older than howling and something vibrated through the stone floor that made the rogues retreat back and up through my chest of the most feared alpha in the northern territory,that made my wolf to briefly go still.

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

Her hair had been teased to resemble a small beehive. Once he recovered from his initial shock, Evan threw his head back and laughed uproariously. “You—you look like IT. No—no—Frankenstein’s monster caught in the middle of a paintball fight!” He managed to say between bouts of laughter. Kat stood fuming, glaring at him. “Are you quite finished?” She asked curtly. “I will not stand here and be laughed at!” She ignored the noises coming from Joy outside their office. Evan shook his head, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. “No one told me you would be such a riot…this is a joke, right? I mean—you can’t be serious. Who in their right mind would leave the house looking like that?”

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

“Becky is a glitch. A loud, unpolished, emotionally unstable glitch who doesn’t know her place. She shouldn’t even have a place.” Lexie studied me. “Then why does she have you so shaken?” I said nothing. Because deep down, I knew. Becky wasn't just back. She wasn’t just glowing. She was changing things. “Well, I don't think she's able to transform into her wolf form yet. I mean we just heard that she found her wolf but can't transform.” I said, as a matter of fact, feeling more confident. “It's a good thing, isn't it?"

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.