Prowl X Bumblebee Novels & Stories

Riska screamed, her eyes locked on the approaching swarm. Bima yanked the flare gun from his backpack, his hands trembling. He aimed it straight at the swarm of Shadow Crawlers. WHUUSSH! The flare shot out, detonating in the middle of the tunnel with a blinding white light. The Shadow Crawlers hissed in agony, their bodies convulsing before they scrambled backward, some tumbling right off the walls. "It worked!" Bima cheered. "But it won't hold them for long," Riska said, "They'll be back."

Monsters. Anything. She moved to another trap and blinked in surprise. “Bees…?” A swarm buzzed violently inside the pit, yet none flew out. They stayed contained,lethal and controlled. Before she could fully process it.... Ding! {Base defense setup complete} {Rating in progress…}

"I'm telling you, Bumblebee is cooler than Optimus Prime!" Max's voice was shrill with conviction. "Even though I like Optimus, Bumblebee is like a soldier guarding him!" "No way, Prime is the leader of the Autobots! He's stronger, wiser, and definitely cooler," Clara said in a challenging tone. "But Bumblebee is faster! And he can talk on the radio! You only like Prime because he's the big boss, Cece!"

I said, taking a bite of pizza. Mochi let out a tiny, indignant squeak from the nest, clearly upset that her nap was being interrupted by all this chaos. Spitfire flicked her tail in warning, but stayed curled around her brood, her expression promising death to anyone who tried to touch her or the kittens without proper clearance. Nas nudged me with his elbow. “So… you gonna tell us how you got this deep in, or are we piecing it together from Newark gossip and your ridiculous text messages?”