Laserbeak Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t like how that feels. My comm crackles. “Heads up, team, I just lost and regained two city cams under your bridge. Trace shows a handshake with a private mesh that last pinged Crane Street. And Elder Max wants anything sealed left that way until he sings at it.” Becky says. “Copy,” I say. “We’ve got a present.” “From who?” Becky asks, though she knows. She wants us to say it so the line hears. “Sable,” Adrian answers, voice flat and pretending to be bored. Nova growls at nothing that is something, a ripple of cold moving upriver against the flow, like a hand caressing the wrong way.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

"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.

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.