Optimus Prime X Ratchet Novels & Stories

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

A flicker of Ion light flashed in her eyes. Despite the snow and the ice, the raptors felt a chill run down their bodies. Instinct told them to not fail the new pack leader. "Seal!" Ren with the help of the Reap System branded the raptors over to Two. "There we go." Looking to the big one, Ren walked over and took the Ion Crystal out. It was the solidified Ion energy inside the Big Raptor. Walking over to the ape, he just stared at it. "Four come over here."

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

the Adjuster shrieked, the other three units lunging forward, their standardization irons humming as they swept toward the tree. But Xander didn't let them reach the bark. He reached out and grabbed the leader's steel rod with his bare hands, his palms smoking as the high-frequency violet current tore through his bandages. The orange light beneath his chest didn't flare into an empire's fire; it remained a deep, concentrated ember that focused entirely into his grip, melting the polished steel of the tool into a useless, twisted loop of zinc and lead. "We are the remainder!" Xander roared, his voice breaking the violet haze as he hurled the blinded unit back toward the aluminum gangplank of

“But he’s got every override. I can’t lift the lockdown remotely. I need eyes inside.” Noa looked around the room. “Only thing in here is old weapons tech and a bunch of decommissioned drone cores.” A pause. Then Ivy’s voice dropped. “There’s an old Raptor drone in that room. Serial 3XF. Built before Sabine banned them. See if the neural cable is intact.” Noa ran to the wall panel, flipped it open, and found the metal snake of cable tucked beneath busted comms and corroded clips. “Got it.”

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

“I truly must say, I am quite surprised to see that you have betrayed one of your own so easily. Then again, that honestly was a smart move on your part. Why fight when you could join greater, better werewolves and ensure better livelihood?” Ratchet held back a groan that threatened to form in his throat and slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to be found out by his kidnappers so soon of him regaining consciousness. His vision started blurry, but after blinking a few, they soon cleared, and he found himself surrounded by the many Neo Krawler werewolves that ambushed him and his group earlier. Thankfully, none of them seemed to have taken any notice to him, which was his only saving grace he

He became a three-ton projectile of carbon-titanium, rocketing across the crater toward the excavation site. [Alpha vs. Priestess] High Priestess Xanthe had Harper’s mech pinned against the black hull of the buried starship. With a gesture, Xanthe was manipulating the ambient sand to turn it into constricting bands, slowly crushing Harper’s armor. "Your false guardian cannot save you now," Xanthe purred, her eyes glowing with a toxic violet light. Suddenly, Xanthe’s psychic sensors screamed a warning. She looked up just as Jack’s desert-camo mech tore through the dust storm, traveling at top speed.

Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach. "One thing she despises is an attack on humans. Let the both of them go or you will be creating problems for your pack. You know nothing is hidden under the sun, we know your hideouts" "Fall back" Rex finally said after being intimidated with the indirect threat. Val was shoved out angrily out of the car whilst one of Raven's men helped him remove the celotape from his mouth also untying him quickly. They vanished immediately leaving the both of us to find our way back.

Chris swallowed, looking like he was about to make a break for it. But Jaxon was there in seconds, and as he launched he first punch, his eyes instantly turned pitch black, like he was letting his fury loose. Juliette watched, sickened as Jaxon's fist connected with Chris's nose. Chris stumbled back, his hands on his nose. Red blood dripped from his hands and to the floor. Juliette let in a shaky breath, slighty relieved that he wasn't a skinwalker. She watched as Chris took Jaxon's ever furious hit, allowing himself to be beaten by his leader. Juliette realized with a sinking stomach, that that was what Alpha's do. He was showing his respect to his King, keeping his honor.