Novelas y relatos de Ratchet X Optimus

Pyro warned through his teeth, and his friend instantly calmed, knowing when to listen to his advice. 2. Ratchet repressed a shudder as he continued down the street, filing the image of the strangers away in his head to inform the prez later. He was running late, and if there was one thing his friend hated, it was tardiness. He made it to Sal's pizza palace and slid into the booth to be greeted by unnerving purple eyes, "Late again, Ian?" Maeve chided, as she shoved the menu in his face.

"You can't freeze time that takes too much ambient energy. But if you push the Origin-Code into the knuckles, you can trigger a micro-shunt. A localized burst of hyper-acceleration. Your left hook will literally land before the enemy's optics can even process that you threw it." Dax stared at his liquid-chrome fist. Slowly, a feral, terrifyingly bright smile spread across his scarred face. "I love the Open World," Dax whispered. Suddenly, a deafening, high-pitched mechanical scream echoed from the far side of the chop-shop. Lena was standing next to her stripped-down chopper, entirely covered in engine oil and magenta coolant. She had ripped the massive, spinning rear tire off her bike and w

I barked. “I did give you a cure. A stake through her heart. Will end your misery and, from the looks of it, hers. A useless sheltered life she’s led.” Max joked. “Regardless, I’ve made a promise, not only to Amelia but to myself. I will not harm a human over that thing.” I declared. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Max shrugged, and he almost made me smile. If only the thoughts of that thing weren't running around my head since she got here, I would have been able to give a normal reaction to one of my friend’s jokes.

"We didn't come this far to wait in the driveway." "The... Watchers... are... calibrated... for... your... fear... don't... let... them... see... the... Omega..." "I’m not an Omega," I hissed, my eyes turning to shards of lethal flint. "I’m the one who’s going to dismantle their architecture." Ryan stood by the airlock, his tactical suit hissing as it adjusted to the lunar gravity. He looked at me, then at the chain, his amber eyes full of a haunting, rationalized grief.

" Victor hurried back to the spot where he had killed the mutated mechanical rat. A red Source Crystal floated quietly above the mechanical rat's corpse. "Open the Source Crystal." "Ding! Obtained fine Electric War Scythe." "Holy crap!"

"You think you can defeat us? We are the true children of the moon, the apex predators of this land!" Racheal stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We may be new here, but we possess strength and courage that you cannot comprehend. We will not back down." With a sudden surge of energy, the rogues lunged at us, teeth bared and claws extended. The battle began, a symphony of snarls, grunts, and the clash of metal against fur. Racheal and I fought side by side, our movements synchronized as we dodged and parried the relentless attacks.

"I thought you'd be sleeping, but I took the risk of knocking, am I bothering you?" Celeste shook her head. "No, come in." Xavier shoved the door close behind him, taking a seat beside Celeste on the bed. "Are you alright?" "Yes, are you?" "I'm fine, you were the one who was training like Optimus prime earlier in the day...I was sure you were going to pass out early." "Well looky here, the robot's still awake...by the way, what do you want?"

"It's a fresh start. For us all." Rasha's chuckle was savage. "There is a bad situation for us in the human world. You'll destine all of us with your credulous vision." "You're off-base," I said, my voice developing further. "We can exist together. We can construct a superior world together." "Enough talk," Rasha growled. "In the event that you won't see reason, then you'll fall with the remainder of the old request!" With a wail that appeared to shake the very mountain, Rasha sent off her assault. Her powers flooded forward, a tide of growling, snapping jaws.

“You will pay for these lies!” Aurelius lifted an eyebrow while cleaning the blood from his lips with a quick move of his hand. “And who will stop me, Garrick? You? A simple piece for a lost Alpha and his plotting Luna?” The guards' reactions split the group like a crack with whispers of anger bursting into loud words. Some supported Garrick by standing up for Rax Moore with passion. “You tell lies! Rax is our leader. He has power and plans!” Garrick insisted. Aurelius replied while rubbing his jaw. “The only vision Rax has is to see his big ego. He and Cassandra don't care about what the pack really needs. They only want power!”

Hundreds of people collapsed, their nervous systems beginning to seize under the weight of the monster’s presence. "Stand fast!" Xander roared, his golden aura erupting to shield the front rows of the assembly. He lunged at the Skitter-Wight, his Lycan-augmented speed allowing him to parry a strike from its obsidian claws. The impact sent a shockwave through the hall, shattering the marble desks of the front row. But Xander wasn't trying to kill it with force; he was the "Wall." He was holding the line so the "Scale" could work.