Rodimus X Megatron Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“And as for you, Councilwoman, your thoughts betray you. I am officially placing you on notice. Next time you speak out of turn, you’ll find yourself entertaining a visit from Straider and his team.” He pressed the command on his slayer bracelet. The restraint on Rodic’s wrist clicked open and fell to the marble floor. “Your training is complete, Prince Rodic,” Mikan said, smiling now. “Enjoy your life as a dragon.” Rodic stared at the fallen restraint, stunned. He looked to his father, who gave a small nod through their telepathic link: Be good, son. A grin broke across Rodic’s face. In a burst of light, he transformed into a sleek, seven-foot black-and-red dragon and began exploring the th

He stopped gazing at Aiden who flashed a devious grin. “See. I just got us an invitation.” Aiden patted Hadrian's back before stepping into the stranger's humble abode. Closing the door, he led them into the living room motioning them to make themselves comfortable. Hadrian watched as the candles burned in bright yellow flames. It reminded him of spell practicing and learning how to gain control of his powers. “Have a seat. I'm Magnus Roberto. Demetrius was among my great great grandfathers.” “It's nice to meet you in person.” Hadrian said as they shook hands.

At the far right, Domitor Laxam of the Orbis Cult was already on the move—two dragons made up of psychokinetic energy circled around his hands as they roared. Finally, three Proud Sons leaped into action. "Take your pick, my friend. We will have no complaints," Domitor said haughtily. The others stared at Logan, curious about his choice. None of the three Proud Sons were pushovers, and Logan would face a fierce battle regardless of his pick. They could certainly force Logan to use his full strength. Muse was about to stand up, but she quietly sat back down when she saw the latest development. She was on par with the others, so it was better for her to watch for now.

Due to its fierce energy, everyone almost kneeled in pain, covering their ears trying to save their eardrums from damage too bad, the roar was powerful enough to even attack their inner core—their nuclei. 1... 2... 8 roars in total. Eight powerful roars filled with power. In the eighth roar, Megan couldn't take the damage and directly fainted, while Ken coughed some blood. When it finally ended, everything went back to silence. “...What the hell was that?” Gracea asked, expression grave. Megan fainted and can't give them a definite answer, so they turned on Twilight. “It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.”

The monolith, now cracked and exposed, began to shift, its form contorting into something unnatural. A pulsating, dark energy emanated from the monolith, a force more sinister than anything they had encountered so far. The corrupted creatures, instead of dying, began to rise, their forms twisted and mutated, their eyes burning with an even more intense hunger. The battle reached a fever pitch. Liam and Xal'dar fought with a desperation born of survival, their bodies pushed to their limits. But the corrupted creatures, fueled by the monolith's dark energy, were growing stronger, faster, and more resilient.

Max warned. “Madeline just reminds me of her. It's her dark black hair and fur. I think that helps me. During a full moon—to have someone I want to protect. That's all. Other than that I have no other expectation from her.” saying the words out loud still hurt. Losing someone you love was never easy but I was an Alpha and I had no right to think about this while I had a clan to look after. Max sighted.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

Strider and the emperor underwent the same mutation through the worms from Isle 416 meteorites. The two of them were akin to two peas in a pod. Looking at Remy, Strider calmly said, "Feel free to kill me if I ever turn into that." Strider closed the distance between him and the emperor. They could not afford to drag out the fight any longer, not when the emperor was growing stronger with each passing minute. Transforming into a blur, he launched a barrage of attacks at the emperor's head.