Ratchet X Wheeljack Novels & Stories

“Freckles, sponger now, lad, now.” Freckles moved like a boy who’d just been kept for a reason. Powder. Wad. Chain. Ram. The routine made a rope in the air for his hands to hold. The Sounder slapped the stern with a different intention. The wheel jumped; the spokes tore free of Kade’s palm and bit back. He caught it, set it, and his teeth showed once, not a smile. He’d stayed on the deck through worse; he intended to keep doing so.

Metal met metal with a hollow *clang*. The drone’s head snapped sideways with a spray of sparks. It stumbled, recalibrating. Jax didn’t give it time. He jammed the end of the pipe into the gap between its plating and its neck joint, grunting as he levered it down. Gears ground. Something inside smoked. The drone twitched and went still. “Well,” Jax panted. “Guess all those hours in junkyards finally paid off.” “Less commentary, more not dying,” I said, backing up as another pair swarmed up the incline.

The red light on the terminal turned a solid, bright green. The magnetic lock inside the floor wheel snapped open. "Now!" Martha yelled. "Turn it!" Martha grabbed the top spokes. I lunged forward, locking both of my hands onto the bottom rim of the iron wheel, my raw fingers slipping on the old grease. Clara threw her weight into the side, her small palms pressing against the steel bar next to my shoulder. We pushed. The wheel didn't move. It was frozen by fifty years of mountain rust and lime scale. Outside, the winch cable went completely tight. The steel wire let out a high, singing whine as the truck on the high road started to pull. The deadbolt inside our door frame began to groan, the

"If she doesn't turn the pressure lever now, we all choke on gas before we even strike a single match." "I told you the gears are rusted through," I shot forward, grabbing the iron wheel with both hands. "The lock won't budge. I need the lubricant from the upper desk or the teeth are going to snap off completely." "Move," Korr ordered, shoving my hands out of the way. He threw his full weight against the iron, his knuckles turning white instantly as he forced the metal to give. "Let me do it," Rylan scoffed, slamming his shoulder into Korr's to rip his hands off the wheel.

They raised their machine guns. "We're pinned!" Harper fired her rifle, but the bullets bounced off their chassis. "Jack! Where are you?!" VROOOOM. A massive yellow shape roared out of the fog. A Forklift. Driven by Jack, with a lit cigar in his mouth. "Coming through!" Jack yelled. He rammed the forks into the first two droids, pinning them against the wall. CRUNCH. He lifted them up and threw them off the side of the rig, into the churning ocean below.

Then he quickly jump off at the other side of the fire truck. He can still hear the screeching moans of the attacker (living dead) but he tried to ignore it. Jack step inside the truck and started the engine of it. He bowed his head in the steering wheel trying to calm himself. And then he remember the chip that he put in his suit jacket. He tried to look at it and when he found it , he sited his back on the driver side and stare at it vividly. "You will become the weapon of the future I'll make sure to finish you up." He exclaimed himself while staring at it and after those words he put it back in his suit jacket.

"They're manifesting mass through telekinetic rage! Aim for the poles! Cut the power!" Jack didn't hesitate. He drew his pistol—a modified Desert Eagle loaded with rounds tipped in depleted uranium and etched with binding runes. BANG! BANG! He shot the contact pole off the lead car. The sparks died. The car skidded to a halt, and the red shadow inside dissipated with a wail. "Ben! Do something useful!" Jack shouted, dodging a car that tried to run him over. "I'm trying!" Ben yelled, fumbling with a control panel on his wrist. "I'm hacking the grid! But it's Soviet tech! It's all vacuum tubes and duct tape!"

that had the rogues choking and falling dead in no time. “Ah ! The famous Kai and Jax Stone who make every man’s dream toys,” I exclaimed, unable to stop myself when I remembered the Kensai Group of luxury rides that they owned. Every hot wheel designed by them, was every millionaire or wolf’s wet dream to own ! “Oh yeah ! Someone knows his wheels,” the two of them grinned before they banged two wolves’ heads together as they swung them by their tails, making me laugh. Ofcourse, I knew ! I was the pack nerd and crazy about them since a long time.

“You and Xavier should stop worrying about nothing. It wouldn't exactly do you good.” “Why are you so adamant with this guy,” Elora was relentless. “Betas have to be vetted before they get to interact with other betas. But this one has already dealt with your best men and—” “Oooh!” I screamed as Zack broke Ragnar’s stick. He swung, but Ragnar maneuvered him, grabbing his stick and using it on his leg and it broke. Zack fell to one knee and as Ragnar rushed towards him, Zack sent an uppercut that sent him sailing a few feet, landing on his back.

The spider from my dream—the monstrous, car-sized beast with glowing yellow eyes—was here, its massive body twisting and writhing as it emerged from the shadows. “How is this possible?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The spider let out a screech, its fangs dripping with venom. “Priscilla,” Jake said, his voice urgent, “we’ll talk about Jena later. Right now, we have a real problem.” The spider lunged, its massive legs crashing down where Jake and I had been standing just seconds before. Jake shoved me aside, drawing his blade and slashing at one of its legs. The blade connected, leaving a shallow gash, but the spider barely seemed fazed.